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

The kind that doesn’t smudge when the room starts to smell like wet earth and thunder. I was half-dreaming, fingers shaky, but the line came out clean—like a secret drawn in the dark. It’s not about perfection. It’s about the moment the brush knows what you need before your brain does. And for once, I didn’t care if anyone saw it.