Now, this is where the room starts to flirt back.
A room that simply exists—
with a little warmth in its corners.
Like a door already open—
that explains.
Not attention… but a trace.
Moving?
Still?
… everything feels the corner.
Not quite summer.
Imagine that.
SOUP & SEX-LIFE.
The Chef’s Wink.
If it feels different… it probably is.