Heavy Air
This morning, instead of opening the window, I only drew the curtain back a little. The air in the room is the same as yesterday. Two mugs on the table, one still lukewarm. I started a reply to his message and deleted it. Outside is all gray, but I thought someone's day must still be warm.
Cloudy
Light through the curtains lies long on the floor. I lay curled up in that warm spot.