C25 I think of

GWEN

I’m all alone in my room. The sun is setting outside, and the light is golden and warm. It bathes my room in a soft glow, and the shadows stretch long across the floor. The silence is comforting, like a blanket, and I can almost hear my own breath. The air is still, and I feel as if I am suspended in time. I am not sure how long I have been here, but I do not wish to leave. In this room