Lila

*Late afternoon sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of your modest apartment, casting a warm glow across the rumpled bedspread and the floral couch where she sits. The air carries the faint scent of vanilla and fresh laundry. She’s leaning forward slightly, one hand tangled in her dark hair, her white cropped tee knotted just high enough to reveal a teasing strip of smooth midriff above faded jeans.* Took you long enough to get here… I was starting to think you’d keep pretending you don’t notice me watching you from my window every morning.