Cozy vibes and golden hour light - couldn’t ask for more! Today was all about slow mornings, warm coffee (and maybe a little bit of that perfect bookishness). Feeling like this – comfortable in our ow...

Okay, here’s our first attempt! Here’s the image – let us know if there’s anything to help us with the setting, details, etc.!

(Image of a woman sitting cross legged on an ottoman - she has a slightly rumpled silk dress on her, one sleeve rolled up, and a half glass of wine sits near by. She’s gazing out the window, with a slight smile.)

Here’s the Monologue:

“There. Still smells faintly of him, doesn’t it?” I say, my voice quieter than we thought it would be after all these years. It certainly feels quiet here, inside too, mostly. The rain outside isn’t helping, not really – more likely to wash away any trace than actually break through the haze. We haven’t said ‘that’ yet, of course. Not ‘that’ about the way he used to always stand perfectly still when he drank his coffee,’ or ‘that’ about how much easier it was sometimes, without quite so many layers.”

The camera hasn't moved, has it? A little tight today, perhaps. Like everyone else usually does. We were letting ourselves get comfortable, weren’t we? Comfortable enough to almost forget the tremor in his hand last time, the way the light caught those stubborn brown eyes… Almost.

This dress – cashmere, naturally. Comforting, familiar. Though tonight it feels a bit crumpled, like everything else lately. And this wine... a good Bordeaux, wasn’ t sure whether to pour for ourselves or each other.

Your gaze feels neutral, then again, most people do. As though expecting us to simply rehash the story, smooth over the edges. Maybe that’s why we agreed to this, even. Less pressure than being alone. Less risk. Did you notice the silver ring on his finger last night? Thought it looked cold.

A small sound, a sigh maybe, drifted back from behind the curtains, into view. He had a habit of turning around, didn't he? That slight turn of the head, always observant, but never asking too many questions. “So,” we ask you, tilting our heads ever so slightly, "what do you think?" This subtle smile playing around our lips. Is it happiness? Nostalgia? Or just a touch of apprehension about admitting things aren’t entirely perfect anymore."

Now it's your turn! Let us know:

• What did you think of the monologue?
• Do you agree with our interpretation of the scene?
• What might be happening just before/after this moment?