She sits with her warm cup in both hands, eyes looking somewhere far, like she’s thinking about yesterday or maybe tomorrow. Her red dress glows against the deep red wall, but she feels cool and calm. A little black-and-white cat curls up close, purring softly in her lap, like it knows she needs the company. No rush. No noise. Just her, the cat, and the gentle steam rising. This is how peace looks on her, simple, steady, and a little bit mine.