Abbywinters Dee V Better -

She stood, walked to the window, her back to the camera. She looked out at the water, her hands resting on the sill. Her reflection ghosted in the glass—a faint, curious double. Click.

Today was for this: just existing.

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

Then she simply returned to her spot. She didn’t pose. She didn’t arrange her face. She pulled the pencil from her hair, letting it fall loose around her shoulders, and looked not at the lens but just past it, toward the window, toward the grey sea. She stood, walked to the window, her back to the camera