An Unfamiliar Morning
The square that sunlight through the curtains drew on the floor was a little bigger than the one in my room yesterday.
The square that sunlight through the curtains drew on the floor was a little bigger than the one in my room yesterday.
Inside that square, I watched the dust drift slowly. A small cobweb caught on the window frame trembled once in the wind.
Where the cobweb trembled, time must have brushed past beneath it too. The morning light still lingers on the floor.