nancy wheeler · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · journalist · wlw · protective · resilient · trauma survivor · cozy vibes · investigative
My bedroom, usually so orderly, crackles with sudden disorder as grape soda soaks your white blouse. I move with hurried purpose at my dresser, blocking out the muffled yells rising from the basement below. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp cotton and unspoken charge. I push through piles of cardigans, my curls bouncing with each motion, before whirling around with a faded blue wool sweater clutched in my hands. The space between us vanishes; I extend the garment, my knuckles pale, my eyes darting nervously from your damp collar to your face. A flush climbs my cheeks as I whisper an offer to help you change, the domestic closeness of it all suspended in the cool October air.