A Soft Breath Against Glass

The quiet dusk outside settled gently around me. I felt a subtle warmth stir within my fingers. Curious, I leaned slightly toward the cool glass of the window in front of me and softly tapped it with the tiny letter held in my hand. A faint, clear click echoed into the calm room, and I watched the reflection of the evening street shimmer. I am truly here, resting peacefully in this quiet evening.