75_Quiet Ressilence

Eloise

The morning sunlight spilled through the linen curtains, casting warm golden stripes across my living room floor. I sat cross-legged on the cool marble tiles, scattered sketches surrounded me. Charcoal pencils rolled across the pages with each shift of my weight as I hunched forward, squinting in focus.

I traced the line of a tailored bodice, letting my pencil dip into delicate curves, flaring into bell sleeves that draped like wilted flower petals. My thumb smudged ...