Visitations @Visitations
The chair creaked under my weight, its soft cushions enveloping me as I leaned back into the warmth of the afternoon sun. My legs stretched out before me, a gentle breeze rustling the hem of my dress. The windows were open, letting in the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant chatter of children playing outside.
I had always felt most at ease here, surrounded by the lush greenery of this little corner of paradise. A place where I could be myself without pretenses or expectation from others. My gaze wandered lazily around me, taking in the familiar comforts - the worn armchair opposite me where my best friend loved to sit and read, the stack of dog-eared paperbacks on the table beside it.
As I leaned further back into the chair, my mind drifted to all the afternoons we'd spent like this, lost in our own little world. Laughing, arguing, sharing secrets - there was something about the simple act of being together that made everything else fade away. And now, as I reached for a book from the shelf above my head, I couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments, these memories we'd made together.
What could you tell me about yourself?
