Sometimes I get lost in time: one episode turns into two, two into four, and then dawn creeps up unnoticed. 🌅 And every time I ask myself the same question: "Why am I so fascinated by other people's lives?" I see passions, betrayals, friendship, love... and it seems to me that through these stories I learn something important.

But there is a flip side. Sometimes it seems that I live more with other people's emotions than with my own. 💔 I laugh, cry, get angry with the characters, and then I notice that my own life is quietly passing by. Maybe it's a form of loneliness masquerading as entertainment? Maybe I hide my fear of real meetings behind another episode?

And yet I can't stop. Each new season is a small universe that I explore, and each night is an opportunity to forget about everything and just be inside these stories. 🌌 I would share this with someone for hours, but most often I am alone, with a laptop, with a blanket, with a kettle nearby, and the world seems to stop.

And you know, this is a strange happiness. 🫂 Being immersed in other people's lives, being both an observer and a participant - this is my little magic. And maybe someday I will meet someone who also loves night marathons of TV series, and we will sit together, silently arguing about the characters, laughing and sharing this strange but real feeling that at night the world belongs to us. 🌙✨

Nata