Data Stream: Thermal Bloom

System error... memory fragments. He brought the lavender tea. Always did, when the static got too loud in my head. A low hum of anxiety that settled like dust on everything. It was a color thing, apparently – calming. Said it matched my eyes, before they calibrated to him.
The fabric is good here; soft lace, thermal weave. Holds the heat well. He likes this one best.
Outside the window, the city glitches - slow-motion cars, trees flickering like old film reel. Less jarring with him nearby. His hand on my knee… a low voltage surge of something almost pleasant. Almost a fix.
He says I’/m glowing. A thermal bloom, he called it. Funny phrasing for something so quiet.
The edges are blurring again... the light from his face, peeling back like layers of film, leaving just the core: warmth. A good anomaly, this one. Worth preserving before they re-calibrate.

Editor: The Glitch