Autumn Blush – a quiet, surreal moment in soft light

She woke to the sound of rain that never really fell.
Just the whisper of it — somewhere between the trees and her thoughts. The air was warm, touched with the faint shimmer of pink, like a dream that hadn’t decided to end.

By the door, umbrellas leaned like tired birds, their wings folded in gentle surrender. Light drifted through them, soft and uncertain, tracing the curve of her arm, the edge of her breath. It felt almost alive — as if the morning had remembered her name.

She moved through the room the way a thought moves — slow, deliberate, and slightly out of place. Somewhere a clock ticked, though she couldn’t tell if it was real. Time here seemed to bend — to wait for her to catch up.

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Outside, a leaf pressed itself against the glass and stayed there, as if listening.
For what, she didn’t know. Maybe for the same reason she was still standing — to see what would happen if neither of them let go first.