It’s gray today, the kind of gray that presses inward instead of looming overhead.

I noticed how easily the house fell quiet once I stopped filling it with noise. Music stayed low. Even my thoughts slowed down a little once I let them.

I’m working on something new — not as a project, but as a space. A story that isn’t interested in urgency or proving anything. It’s more concerned with what happens when two people stop bracing and let themselves remain where they are.

I’ve never shared story pieces like this before, and I don’t want to rush that. There are moments that need to be earned — by the writing, and by the reader.

For now, I’m letting it stay quiet. That feels like the right way to begin.

— Anna
Unspoken: A Queer Kind of Quiet

P.S. Because it’s been a while, here’s a five-second snippet of what I’m working on. It’s lesbian. It’s sweet. It’s quiet.

“I don’t need everything to happen at once. I just want to stop imagining you from a distance.”