He sat.
She dragged a kitchen chair across the floor, climbed up one step, and grabbed the filters herself.
When she stepped back down, she caught me smiling.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
She looked at the robe. Then the chair. Then the filters in her hand.
“See?” She nudged the chair back into place with her hip. “Back on my feet.”
And this time, all three of us laughed — really laughed — together.
Disclaimer: This fictional story is for entertainment only. It does not represent any person or organization and does not encourage inappropriate behavior. Created with AI assistance.
