Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect cozy sweater – feeling like this often! A little bit sleepy, definitely content, and completely wrapped up in our own world. Coffee mug in hand (and maybe ...

Here’s the Monologue:

“The wool’s getting tighter, hasn’t it?” I murmur, voice low enough only for us to hear, really. It’s been a while since anyone has bothered to notice, that much is certain. The cable knit doesn’t seem to mind though, all warm and familiar against the skin—a touch too well known perhaps, if that’s where the slight prickle comes from. We both know it does.

It was his choice, after all, to order Earl Grey. Always preferred it strong, which meant more milk than necessary, always made a mess with the mugs afterwards. A mess that needed tidying up, usually by us. We liked the way the light used to catch his hair, didn’t we? Like spun gold, when he wasn’t distracted by something – the cricket score, a particularly good vintage… anything other than us sometimes.

You’re staring, aren’t you? Not aggressively, no, nothing obvious. Just... there. Slightly bemused, maybe. Like you don’t entirely understand why we sat out in the rain last summer without so much as a sigh. Or why we still wear these skirts – comfortable, undeniably, even if they do show every crease.

A hint of resentment, then? Probably. Washed over with it, certainly, after she said her piece yesterday. ‘Not adventurous,’ she called it, our quietness. As if adventure required shouting about it! But who needs shouting, really?

There was a time when our language was simply being silent. Before the argument, of course. Before everything felt a little less sure. Now, it’, almost feels simple again. Almost. “So,” we say, tilting head ever so slightly, returning to observing the way the sunlight catches dust motes dancing above the fireplace, "what did you think of the tea?"

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