Electric scooters whisper past, unnoticed, while cats observe from sunlit windowsills.
Cactus shadows stretch across cracked sidewalks while ice cream trucks hum distant tunes.
Morning light flickers through the blinds, casting stripes on yesterday's unfolded laundry.
Sunset paints traffic lights as cars inch homeward, tired rubber meeting asphalt.
Surreal? No. Mundane? Perhaps. But yesterday's sandwich mysteriously vanished.
Afternoon light dances across forgotten cereal crumbs, sparking unexpected breakfast nostalgia.
Frosted windows blur morning routines, revealing sleepy streets awakening anew.