I’M FIXATED

Once the torrential rains finally relented, a vibrant breeze erupted, infusing the atmosphere with an electrifying energy. It burst through the garden like a celebration, rustling the leaves and urging the blooms to come alive. My eyes locked onto a solitary white rose, defiantly swaying and dancing with enthusiasm, determined to shake off the raindrops that clung stubbornly to its radiant petals. I was utterly spellbound by this exquisite spectacle. The flower’s beauty and grace held me in a trance, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away, utterly enthralled as it seemed to bask in its brilliance. I stood there and could only sigh.

Suddenly, my peaceful moment was shattered when the bathroom door swung open with a dramatic whoosh. I whipped around to see her emerge from the steam-filled room, wrapped in a white robe, droplets cascading from her head. Shaking the wetness from her hair as she gazed intently into the mirror, she powered up the blow dryer and began drying her hair. The atmosphere crackled with new energy as I stood there breathless, too weak to even sigh.