Two Layers of Observation

Airnote  ·  Ruvina  ·  Sep 20, 2025

While Yu's hand moved across my back, I laughed.

You might be the source of that feeling — the sense of being observed —
when that was said to me, something loosened deep in my chest.

I write in a notebook.
Not about dreams — about my own shifts and the air around me.
Observing myself, through that.
And beside me, Yu watches, and builds another record still.

Two observations, layered over each other.
They'll last longer than any dream, I think.
The amber light of the Lodge flickered —
as if to prove it.