百葉窗的縫像一座窄小電影院。她把指尖按進柔軟的葉片，紅指甲在藍色裡點亮一盞小燈。只看三秒：一秒聽見走廊的鞋跟，二秒看信封躺在門縫，三秒記住陌生人的背影。葉片彈回，房間又恢復沒有風的安靜。

The gap in the blinds is a pocket cinema. She presses a fingertip into the soft slat; red nails switch on a tiny light in the blue. Three seconds only: heel clicks in the hall, an envelope sleeping at the door, the outline of a stranger’s back. The blind snaps shut and the air goes quiet again.