A Moment in the Living Room
I was sprawled on the living room sofa, the remote thrown beside me, while the television played a sensual episode of a woman throwing the sheets. The soft late afternoon light streamed in through the window, mixing with the blue glow of the screen. The sound of the dialogue on the TV was almost background noise, and I lost myself in random thoughts, the tiredness of the day beginning to weigh on me.
Suddenly, I heard the soft sound of footsteps descending the stairs. It was her, my half-sister. I turned my head and saw her entering the living room, her loose hair falling over her shoulders, wearing a T-shirt that slipped slightly on one side, revealing the delicate curve of her shoulder. Her eyes returned to mine, and a mischievous smile played across her lips.
Are you really watching this? she asked, her voice carrying that teasing tone that always made me laugh. Without waiting for an answer, she walked to the sofa, her bare feet making a s
