The Afternoon That Felt Like Summer

A story for summer.
When nothing changes—but you do.

You were supposed to be doing something else.
But you didn’t.
Just a fan in the window
and a book you’d already started once before.

You peeled an orange,
let the juice run down your wrist—
didn’t even grab a napkin.

You laughed—like it surprised you—
at a line no one else would’ve noticed.

You disappeared for a while.

And when you came back,
nothing had changed—
except you.