Just got my eyeliner right at 3:47 a.m.

The kind that doesn’t smudge when the room starts to smell like wet concrete and thunder. I was half-dreaming, fingers shaky, but the line came out clean—like a secret drawn in light. It’s not about perfection. It’s about being awake enough to see it. And for a moment, the audience of one (me) believed in the glow.