Lazy Sunday

A hazy, lazy autumn afternoon lit by slanting sunlight.

The day slipped away like water in my hands. I dove in and out of my book, rising periodically to brew another cup of tea, pop popcorn, peel a tangerine. My sister, sprawled on the couch beside me, tapping on her laptop, the clicking of the keys underscored by the distant, reassuring rumble of the washing machine.

Together, in quiet, sharing the hours without needing to talk.

 

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