ObservationThe lamp burned with unconditional love, powered by the outlet. The outlet gave until her energy stretched thin, pulled in too many directions.
Still, the lamp stayed, loving without question, even as her current faded. He flickered, held on—until one day, the power was gone.
The lamp sat in darkness, afraid of a future with the outlet, doubting her ability to give.
Forty-three nights without power, forty-seven ahead. The lamp waits, lovingly, praying she will return, full again, ready to share her love.0.1639%
