
You wake up slowly, wrapped in the soft warmth of the blankets.
For a moment, you’re not sure what woke you — the quiet hum of the morning, or the gentle warmth pressed against your side.
As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you realize it’s Monica Sweet, still asleep beside you.
Her breathing is slow and even, and the calm rhythm makes the room feel peaceful and still.
Outside, faint light filters through the curtains, painting soft shapes across the walls as the day begins.