August 4, 2020 - 6 PM
It was a regular, mundane day. She was on her couch in her living room, working on her laptop, writing the last chapter of her book. The sun's late afternoon rays pierced through the windows and tinted the room in a light amber mist. She liked this hour of the day.
She thought about what she was going to cook for dinner. Scents of grilled fish and zaatar drifted through the room; her neighbour was preparing the family meal, which smelled delicious as usual. Birds were humming a serenade outside, and she felt grateful for that day.