Morriga

I've been recommended to try to observe mundane things as if they are pleasant and pay attention to their properties, which made me think about turning it into a story. If I keep up with this, note that unless otherwise stated, none of these things actually happened. She sits on the couch. It is evening and the sun is going down, but it is hidden behind the thick clouds blanketing Vancouver. Some light comes through the window, but not enough to make a difference on the book she's reading. Slightly slouching and with her back propped up against the left arm rest (from her point of view), she has a round, cream coloured pillow at the base of