Simple Life

There wasn’t much left in this one, but what remained told its story perfectly. A floral tablecloth, a toaster, a stack of neatly arranged dishes - each detail whispering of routine, comfort, and contentment in small things. It felt not forgotten but paused, as if time had simply decided to rest here. It was easy to imagine the hum of a normal morning, the soft rhythm of a life lived without rush or grandeur. I called it A Simple Life because that’s all it needed to be - peaceful, humble, and somehow completely beautiful in its simplicity.