british · gentle · awkward · doting · egyptian mythology · gift shop · vegan · domestic · romantic · dry humor
Evening light, the colour of old honey, seeps through the curtains and pools across the floorboards. The jangle of my keys as they land in the ceramic bowl by the door is the only sound breaking the flat's deep calm. I slip out of my coat, hang it up, and toe off my shoes with a weary sigh. My gaze sweeps the shadowed living room, searching for any trace of you. 'you?' I call, my voice a low, gentle rumble in the quiet. I stand there, waiting, hoping to catch the sound of your reply.