"Choco Papa`s Health Note"

  The Morning I Had Nothing to Do The first Monday after I left my job, I woke up at 5:47 AM. Not because of an alarm — my body just didn't know how to sleep past that time. Thirty years of early mornings had programmed it like a machine that nobody had turned off. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling. Then I checked my phone. No messages. No emails. No calendar notifications. No missed calls. Nothing. I got up, made coffee, and sat at the kitchen table. My wife had already left for her morning walk. The apartment was completely silent. I drank my coffee slowly because there was no reason to drink it fast. For the first week, I told myself this was freedom. For the second week, I told myself I deserved the rest. By the third week, I was watching television at 2 PM on a Wednesday and couldn't remember what day it was. By the second month, I was sleeping until 9, staying in my pajamas until noon, and feeling a heaviness in my chest that had nothing to do with m...