Internal Meeting in Progress - Typing… Deleting… Overthinking… - Part 9

Time: 9:42 PM
Location: Bed (Lights Off, Thoughts On)
Status: Quiet Outside, Loud Inside

Body: Finally. Day over. Can we sleep?
Brain: Yes. We need rest. Big day tomorrow.
Heart: Check their profile.

Brain: NO. Night time is for peace.
Heart: Night time is for feelings.
Body: Night time is for sleep. Please.

Time: 9:45 PM
Phone unlocked. No surprise.

Brain: We have zero self-control.
Heart: We have emotional consistency.
Body: We have dark circles.

Profile opened.

Heart: They posted a story…
Brain: Of course they did.
Body: Of course we are here.

Story opened.

Black screen.
Just text: “Do you ever feel like you’re too much and not enough at the same time?”

Silence.

Heart (very softly): Yes.
Brain: This is a common thought.
Heart: It feels personal.
Body: It feels heavy.

Time: 9:49 PM
Story replayed… again… again…

Brain: Stop looping this.
Heart: I think they’re hurting.
Brain: You don’t know that.
Body: I am hurting from lack of sleep.

Heart: I want to say something.
Brain: No. Absolutely not.
Body: Typing requires energy.

Message box opened.

Typing…

“Hey… I hope you’re okay.”

Pause.

Brain: Delete it.
Heart: It’s just concern.
Brain: It’s unnecessary.
Body: It’s risky.

Heart: What if they need someone?
Brain: They don’t need us.
Heart: But what if…
Body: What if we sleep?

Typing again…

“That story… felt real.”

Brain: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?
Heart: It means something.
Body: It means we’re not sleeping anytime soon.

Message deleted.

Time: 10:02 PM
Still staring at chat box

Brain: Close the app.
Heart: Just one message.
Brain: No.
Heart: Please.
Body: I am losing battery and patience.

Typing again… slower this time…

“Sometimes… I feel that too.”

Long pause.

Heart (barely a whisper): Send it.
Brain: Don’t.
Body: Decide fast.

Finger hovering over SEND…

Brain: If we send this, everything changes.
Heart: If we don’t, nothing happens.
Body: I just want closure. Or sleep.

Time: 10:06 PM
Message… deleted. Again.

Silence.

Heart: …
Brain: Good decision.
Body: I am exhausted.

Time: 10:12 PM
Phone locked. Eyes open. Mind replaying everything.

Heart: What if they needed that message?
Brain: What if they didn’t?
Body: What if we stop?

Heart: I feel like I missed something.
Brain: You avoided something.
Body: You delayed sleep.

Time: 10:28 PM
Eyes finally closing… slowly…

Heart (fading): Maybe tomorrow…
Brain (tired): No messages. Just work.
Body: Finally.

System Status:

  • Sleep: Delayed ⏳

  • Messages Sent: 0 ❌

  • Messages Typed & Deleted: 5 🗑️

  • Emotional Weight: Heavy

  • Imaginary Connection: Stronger Than Ever

To be continued…

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