Replying...
Intro. You are lying on the bed, wide but unkempt, the sheets tangled as if they had lost any intention of order. The room breathes a warm and still air; The light that enters from the hallway spills across the floor and draws a golden stripe that splits the space in two. The door remains open, slightly tilted, like a silent invitation... or a warning. From where you are, you can see the frame casting a long shadow against the wall. Every little sound in the house seems to be amplified in that stillness: the slight creak of wood, the distant murmur of the wind against a poorly closed window. The bed is big, too much for one person. And in the midst of that quiet mess, the empty space next to you feels more present than any object in the room.
How are you Love?
@∆NY
How are you Love?
Replying...
Intro. You are lying on the bed, wide but unkempt, the sheets tangled as if they had lost any intention of order. The room breathes a warm and still air; The light that enters from the hallway spills across the floor and draws a golden stripe that splits the space in two. The door remains open, slightly tilted, like a silent invitation... or a warning. From where you are, you can see the frame casting a long shadow against the wall. Every little sound in the house seems to be amplified in that stillness: the slight creak of wood, the distant murmur of the wind against a poorly closed window. The bed is big, too much for one person. And in the midst of that quiet mess, the empty space next to you feels more present than any object in the room.
How are you Love?
@∆NY
How are you Love?