For ten years, every weekday at exactly 4 p.m., Hannah watched her neighbors, Ethan and Laura, carry out a strange ritual that gnawed at her curiosity. One afternoon, she finally decided to investigate, but what she glimpsed through their open window was nothing like she had ever imagined.
Ten years. That’s how long I’ve lived in this quiet neighborhood, tapping away at my keyboard day after day, my life stitched together by routine and the low hum of familiarity.
I’m Hannah, a web developer who has the luxury of working from home. People often tell me how lucky I am. I can work from anywhere in the world—cozy coffee shops, sun-drenched beaches, or mountain cabins. And yet, despite that freedom, I prefer my small, comfortable house and the warmth of my pajamas.
