*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.*