The first rays of dawn slipped through the curtains, brushing gently across my face. The air was cool, faintly carrying the scent of rain from the night before. Somewhere, a bird chirped soft, distant, almost hesitant, as though afraid to disturb the quiet that filled the room.
I shifted slightly under the blanket, feeling the faint weight of warmth beside me. My mind was still hazy caught between sleep and wakefulness and for a heartbeat, I wondered if I was still dreaming. Everything felt too still, too serene.
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