Wearing the shirt you said would look good on me, with a hair on the sleeve that’s clearly mine – blonde and curly. The air is filled with the screams of delight from the children next door; we can look forward to having a family one day all we want, but another’s child screaming is never pleasant. As ever, the curtain is drawn and we use artificial light to hide the hour.
I think I prefer how this space looks now – your wardrobe at the other side of the room, a double bed in the centre; though, despite all the changes made, there’s so many things that hold this from being uncomfortably different. The ceiling, the placement of your desk, and the way we peacefully do our own things while comfortably making comments, or demanding attention.