HIS STANCE

Diane sat on the sofa at her house in the dark, her legs curled comfortably beneath her on the sofa, looking for comfort, her clothes had not changed from that afternoon, still wearing a maroon dress that was very fit like second skin on her body. She is sipping her wine daydreaming.

Kurt opened and entered the front door, lock the door he’s looking into the living room, with the lights on near the sofa, staring that’d way, he see that Diane figure, who is so comfortable but seemed to drowning in her thoughts until she didn't notice his arrival and when Kurt walk in near her.