Your phone hits fifteen percent and you feel it.
That little jolt.
You reach for the charger before it drops further and top it up while you keep working.
Then you notice yourself.
Lunch skipped.
Third coffee.
Shoulders up near your ears since nine.
You'd never let the phone get this low.
You plug it in at forty out of pure habit.
But you'll run yourself to nothing and call it a good day.
Recovery was never the fortnight away. It's the five minutes you keep refusing.
A short walk. A window opened. A minute where nothing is asked of you.
So here's the honest question.
Why does the thing in your pocket get better care than the one holding it?
