Armchair

Legs crossed, a light stays on at the entrance opposite me, sitting in this armchair shrouded by the night. Face dimly lit by that off cast. The A/C whirrs above me and below me. Returned I have from standing almost two hours. Watching the sun set through the camera’s faithful time-lapse capture. Engines rumble past on busy streets close by. A warring low hum. Something fun next I do, pulling two into some video imagines I, but rest more in the armchair says my.

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