This Is My Last Day. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
A Morning of Conflicting Feelings Today, as the sun rose through my window, it struck me that this is my last day here. The morning air felt heavier, filled with a bittersweet blend of excitement and sadness. I moved through my regular routine — brushing my teeth, getting dressed — but each action felt symbolic, as if I were sealing memories inside me with every movement. I tried to remember the familiar sounds, like the creak of the old floorboards, distant neighbors' chatter, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee in the kitchen. These small, everyday things, often unnoticed, now seemed precious.