Golden hour glow and a whole lot of cozy vibes today! Snuggled up in my favorite sweater (bonus points for the chunky knit) with our little pup – nothing beats these simple moments. Feeling like we’re...

Here's the Monologue:

“So that was him,” she murmurs, more to herself than anything. The silk of the red dress feels good against her skin, familiar after all these years - though perhaps too comfortable tonight. It shouldn’t be, not really. It's been ten, hasn’t it? Ten years since the quiet slipped away, eleven if you count the winter without much arguing.

The window is cold underfoot, definitely – always has been a little chilly here, inside and out. And then there’s your gaze, isn’t there? Not exactly surprised, not quite hostile. More… hesitant. Like you were never entirely sure about us anyway. Which, granted, wasn't an unreasonable thing to think. We did tend to spend most of our time lost in our heads, didn’t we?

We weren’t shouting, not usually. Just a slight shift in posture, a bit less eye contact over dinner, the way he started taking longer showers – small things, easily missed until they accumulated into something substantial. Or so we thought.

Your eyes flickered for a second when the gardener mentioned his favourite rose bush – a subtle acknowledgement, maybe? A hint that even now, after everything, some part of you remembers the warmth.

It’ed been a while since we felt warm, hadn’t it? Now, your father asked if you wanted coffee. He likes black, don’t you remember, like that autumn, the one where the leaves turned brilliant shades of gold and rust. “Yes?” she asks you, tilting her head ever so subtly, a trace of a smile playing around the corners of her mouth. "Do you want coffee?"

Now, it's your turn! How do you think she should answer? Let the creative juices flow!