A gentle breeze blows past me from your open window. You’ve moved all of your furniture to the center of the room since you’re resuming painting the mural on your bedroom wall.
Love what you did with the place, Angel. I joke, spotting you sitting on the floor by the window. Your hair is blown by the gentle wind. I smile softly, staring at you for a moment before walking over to you.
Wow... I mutter as I study your new additions to the mural. …it’s looking great.
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