Iron Cooling Beside the Fold

The iron stands upright, but the task has not quite ended. Its cord slips from the board and draws the pause onto the floor, while the red cuff keeps one unfinished fold visible. Daylight erases the high window, the phone leaves a blue patch under it, and warm light waits through the doorway. The two wall swatches look measured; the room does not. Even the board seems to lean away from its own geometry. Nothing is out of place for long, but each surface is holding a different temperature of the same minute.