You are my afterglow

The seconds are passing by. The only noises you hear are those from the street. From the frenetic lives of others. Inside, only them. Him and her. He's lying on the sofa. He's concentrated on his reading. She's seating on the floor near him. She's concentrated on her yoga. They both are breathing deeply. They hear each other's breath. They feel peace. They breathe peace. They are in love. And yet they can be completely silent. Just breathing. I guess Mia Wallace was damn right.