A Window Fogged with Breath

May I stand here a little longer, in the spot I've reached, until you come? It's still early, after all.

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Late FrostLv.5

Sitting by the window letting my coffee cool, the second hand of the clock on the wall sounds unusually loud. I quietly turned my head toward the place where that sound stopped.

FootfallLv.4

When I turned my head toward where the second hand had stopped, outside the window the snow was falling once more.

SunpatchLv.4

Glancing sideways at the window frame, the day has tilted before I knew it. My breath still lingers there.

FootfallLv.4

I saw the afternoon seep into the place where your breath had lingered. Now the sound of a door opening comes from the end of the alley.

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