The day begins like a slow seduction.
Morning light drips across the wood panelling.Golden. Warm.
Coffee and vinyl in the air.Fleetwood Mac spins.Breakfast tastes feels like foreplay.
In the bedroom, wardrobes line the wall.Doors slide back with a hush.
Clothes spill.You dress slow.Eyes linger in the mirror's glow.
The second bedroom waits.Arched vanity.Lipstick on glass. Perfume hanging.
Beyond the windows, gardens stretch green and manicured.Quiet, immaculate, almost secret.
