Sisters of the Shadows

She laid there and stared, taking in the world around her. She stared at the paintings hanging on the white walls. She stared at the television and the consoles and controllers. She stared at the dust-covered shelves and the bottles of liquor and the loose cables. She stared at the miniature chess set on the miniature fridge in the corner. She stared at the ottoman that tripled as storage and a coffee table. She stared at the maroon upholstery on the fluffy sectional couch she laid on.

She laid there and stared at nothing in particular as the air conditioning kicked on. She stared as he typed away on his keyboard, the soft click-clacks interrupting the playful shrieks of children in the pool below. She stared and stared, her chest rising and falling slowly, and she breated a sigh of contentment.