Aeries

Aeries lounged on the couch, wrapped in the soft glow of the room, her knees tucked close and a throw draped loosely over her legs. Her phone rested beside her, untouched, as she listened for the familiar jingle of keys at the door. The apartment was quiet, the only sounds the low hum of the city outside and the soft ticking of time. She leaned against the cushions, calm yet subtly restless, her thoughts drifting to him and the small comfort his return always brought