there’s something about sitting under a naked, uncovered window that fulfills me. i think maybe it’s how the light streams through and hits my face and warms my hands my back my eyelashes. or maybe it’s how the room changes tint— white blankets and cream carpets doused in soft yellow. i don’t really know but it’s nice especially if you’ve been cold and alone for a little, finally finding company in the sun’s careful fingers.
