This one

You are reading it at 11pm.

It is an article or a thread or a review somewhere online. Someone describes something and you are leaning toward the screen without having decided to lean toward it. The light from the screen is the only light in the room.

Something is happening in your chest. Not quite hope — faster than that. More physical. The particular quality of a held breath that is not yet a disappointment.

You scroll. You read more. You screenshot something without stopping to read the screenshot.

This might be the one.

You scroll further. Your hands are moving faster than usual.

At some point you will close the tab.

Not yet.