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Fri, 13 Mar 2026 12:59:01 +0000

The morning crept softly into the room, like a guest too polite to announce itself. A faint glow filtered through the half-closed curtains, thin golden lines slicing across the pale walls and landing squarely on the bed. Dust motes danced lazily in the sunbeam, swirling as if they, too, were in no hurry to begin the day. The air still carried the chill of the AC, cool enough to make the blanket feel like a small luxury.