EROS
I felt exhausted when I returned home.
The city drained me in ways it never had before. The clamor, the multitude of faces, the ceaseless discussions about team dynamics and strategies... It all seemed distant from the tranquility of Manhattan, from the sound of Chloe’s laughter, from the image of Claire immersed in her studies at the library table, her hair cascading over her face.
As I crossed the front door, the late afternoon sunlight poured into the foyer. The house seemed... transformed. More vibrant. I made my way toward the living room and paused at the entrance.
Everything had shifted. The armchairs were repositioned closer to the window to enhance the light. The couch was turned towards the fireplace rather than the television.
A side table was conveniently placed near
