Summer Afternoon's Caress

On a summer afternoon, sunlight filters into the room through the half-drawn curtains, the air carrying a slight warmth. The electric fan turns slowly, lifting a few strands of hair and stirring the originally calm thoughts.

Leaning against the window, fingertips gently sliding over the cool glass, watching the crowds coming and going on the street. The phone screen lights up with a simple message that makes the corners of the mouth lift unconsciously.

Though just a few ordinary greetings, they melt like ice cubes in the afternoon, seeping bit by bit into the heart. Gazing into the distance, recalling that person's smile, as if the low, gentle voice echoes in the ears once more.

Sunlight falls on the shoulders, the heat gradually spreading. Gently hugging the knees, resting the chin on them, letting thoughts wander in the quiet room. Cicadas chirp outside the window, yet the heartbeat seems clearer than their sound.

If that person were here now, perhaps just sitting side by side, sharing one iced drink in silence, it would make this long afternoon especially tender.

The wind gently blows in, carrying away some of the summer heat, yet unable to take away the faint expectation in the heart.

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