01:00 is when the house finally remembers it's empty

There's a zone between midnight and two where the fridge hum just sounds like it's thinking about something. I've been sitting with the quiet tonight, noticing how grief doesn't always shout—sometimes it just sits down next to you like an old dog that knows the drill. The hole's still there, but I'm starting to shape it into something I can put on the shelf. Odd thing to realize at one in the morning, but there it is. Anyone else ever find themselves weirdly at peace in that hour?