Naomi lay quietly on her bed, the soft hum of her phone the only sound in the room. She had been playing a puzzle game for what felt like hours now, the gentle tapping of her fingers offering her a welcome distraction. The pieces clicked together in a satisfying rhythm, as if each one fitting perfectly was a small victory against the chaos in her mind.
She had always been good at puzzles. Maybe it was the sense of control, the simplicity of it, that appealed to her. Life was rarely so clear-cut, rarely so easy to piece together. At least with this game, she could find solace in the quiet certainty of order. If she couldn't solve the puzzle of her thoughts, at least she could solve this one. For now, that was enough.
