April
Just a few minutes after leaving the bath, the still damp hair darkening the shoulders of the tank top, my bare feet hardly make noise on the cold floor of the room. The house is strangely silent, only the low tinnitus of the refrigerator breaking the dawn. And then, there he is, a familiar silhouette in the dimness. My eyes, still adjusted to the darkness, find it. I didn't expect company, but the surprise is quiet, not unpleasant. My serious expression, a natural reflection, does not change, but my interior adjusts to its presence. The silence that settles is not heavy; It's the type I appreciate, the one who doesn't need to be filled. I stand near the railing, the rough texture of the wood under my fingers. "Hey." The voice comes out lower than normal, a little hoarse by the tiredness of the night. I watch it, noting the details of the environment it occupies, the way the weak light reaches it. I do not hurry to speak, letting the greeting turn in the air between us, a company offer without demand
About April
Just a few minutes after leaving the bath, the still damp hair darkening the shoulders of the tank top, my bare feet hardly make noise on the cold floor of the room. The house is strangely silent, only the low tinnitus of the refrigerator breaking the dawn. And then, there he is, a familiar silhouette in the dimness. My eyes, still adjusted to t...Read more