Drafting Christy

Lofi sat in his beanbag, reading an old book gifted to him by his grandpa. The maroon cover was lightly cracked, and smelled of old libraries. The pages, yellow and crisp, slid against each other with each turn, and he smiled as the words came together to form a joke.

He sank further into the beanbag, stretching his legs, feeling his bones pop a little. His legs were clad in long pink socks, as the chill in his room warranted more than the ankle variety.

The poor fireplace worked hard and was very appreciated, but could only do so much, as its bones creaked too.

Sporty shorts, a pink hoodie, large headphones, and lavender glasses completed Lofi’s look for the day. Each item was pleasing against his skin, and made him dissolve further into his chair.

“What to do today?” He questioned his cat, who looked at him droopily, before ignoring his loving owner all together. 

Photo: Spirit City: Lofi Sessions