Sadness: The Bed That Never Cooled

This bed holds the absence of a body that once belonged here. The sheets remember the shape, the warmth, the shared silence. Even after departure, the space refuses to forget.

Nothing moves, yet everything feels unsettled. The cold never fully arrives, because memory lingers longer than touch. What remains is not a person, but the echo of closeness— a place where sleep still waits for someone who will not return