Sunlight through the leaves and that perfect little cozy knit – feeling like this most days lately! A bit dreamy, a touch nostalgic… maybe justing finding our way back to ourselves. Coffee cup in hand...

Here’s the Monologue:

“There it is, then. The hesitant gaze.” We always had those, didn’t we? Not exactly hesitant, more... wary. Like there was something to admit, something easily forgotten if we weren’t too brave to face it. This dress, for instance. It’s been years since anyone bothered to ask about the stain on the sleeve – probably wine, most likely. Cabernet, definitely Cabernet. Your mother hated it. Always did. “Too flamboyant,” she said, with such quiet disdain. As if anything wasn’t allowed when we were around.”

"This one, though. This one feels different. Less judgement, certainly. Just…observation. Which can be exhausting, sometimes. Too much observation. Especially when it comes back to this."

A slight shift of weight, the slightest tightening of the fingers on the sill. "That familiar feeling, almost. Of being caught out. Like last week, remember? When you found the bookies slips tucked into your pocket?” A small smile plays around the corner of our mouth. “We never really did say sorry, did we? Just shrugged and blamed the champagne.”

"It' the light outside, isn’t it? Always felt like that needed doing - letting go of all these things. More than a little dustier today, perhaps. But not bad. Not yet.”

Another tilt of the head, eyes returning to yours – a flicker of recognition, maybe even a hint of hope. “So, what were you thinking, anyway? When you came round?"

Now, your turn! Let us know what you think of the monologues. Would you have preferred more focus on the outfit details? Or were we spot on with capturing the feeling? 💫