Abbywinters Dee V [portable] 💎

She wore an old, soft linen shirt, unbuttoned, and a pair of simple cotton shorts. Her feet were bare, her brown hair a messy twist held by a pencil. She felt the warmth seep into her skin, a gentle pressure against her closed eyelids.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. The world resolved: the faded floral wallpaper, a stack of well-read paperbacks, a single wildflower in a jam jar on the sill. Simple. Honest. abbywinters dee v

Later, she would delete most of them. But one—the one by the window—she would keep. A postcard from a day when she did nothing but be exactly where she was. Dee, in the light. The world, for a moment, perfectly still. She wore an old, soft linen shirt, unbuttoned,