Sunlight through the leaves and a whole lot of cozy vibes today. Feeling like myself wrapped in this soft knit sweater and our favorite vintage boots – simple pleasures that always feel good. A little...

Okay, here’s our attempt! Here’s the image – let us know if you want to see which one we thought of when reading these words!

(The photo shows a woman sitting perched on the edge of a worn velvet armchair, a half-finished glass of wine nestled amongst the folds of her skirt. Her dark brown hair falls loosely around her shoulders, hinting at a slept-in curl. A slight smile plays on her lips, but her eyes are a little guarded.)

Here’s the Monologue:

“There,” she says, though not really. “Just there.” We always liked that word - ‘there’. Like it was simple enough to pin down, wasn’t it? Like it didn't need much explaining. Though, everything usually did. Your shoes are scuffed, aren’t they? Not terribly bothered by them, not tonight. It’s been… well, longer than should have been needed. Twenty years, maybe. Feels more like fifty sometimes. That cashmere feels good against the skin, even if it hasn't for ages - comforting, familiar. Almost too comfortable, perhaps. Bit smug, doesn't help.

See the way the light catches the fringe? Warm, golden. Used to be all warmth, hadn’t there? Before the rain came, naturally. Everyone gets their rain. Was ours so bad then? Didn’t seem to notice much of it, not until it started soaking through.

Your gaze drifts back to the fire, probably. Always drifting. Remember the firelight dancing off those hazel eyes? Like scattered embers. More exciting than being still, that definitely. Funny isn’t it? How easily we allowed ourselves to get lost. We were never quite sure how exactly, were we? Just... drifted.

A hint of a smile playing about the corners of your mouth, quiet acknowledgement, almost. Did he say something? Silly question. He's been gone five years. Still catch glimpses of him in the shadows, don’t we? Maybe that’s why we stay. A bit hesitant, aren’t we? Not entirely certain where to go next, either. But tonight… Tonight felt different. Less chilly. And certainly less lonely. Isn't that right?”

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