The sun was warm on my arm.

A car went by on the street below, and I didn’t look up.

“We’re going to be just fine from here on out,” I said out loud.

The wind moved through the screen and lifted the corner of my book.

I rested my hand on the pineapple magnet and looked out at the parking lot and the trees beyond it.

The afternoon was quiet.

My phone stayed dark on the armrest.

I finally got exactly what I bargained for.