The smell of apple and cinnamon fill the air
as a candle burns, its soft glow flickering on the wall.
A light drizzle outside the window announces it's there,
dampening the fallen leaves as if to say "hello fall."

She's curled up in the chair, book open in one hand
while the other brings a pumpkin shaped mug to her lips.
Fuzzy socks on her feet, paired with a tee of a band
she used to listen to back in high school, a memory slip.

He's on the edge of the couch, eyes focused on the game
making a strategy plan with his friends and watching for the undead.
Their yells and laughter bounce off the wall, calling each other lame;
she smiles and only shakes her head.

Their dog lays on the floor looking out the balcony as
her content sighs say, there's nothing better that being together
on a lazy, autumn day.

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