Moment, Where Time BreathesMoment, Where Time Breathes
She lay back in bed as if diving into the warm milk of light. The silk sheets enveloped her, sliding softly over her skin, hugging every line of her body. The translucent tulle over the bed rippled in the slight draft, making it seem as if she were drowning in a cloud. The world was disappearing. There were no windows, no walls, no time – just her breathing, the slight crunch of the fabric under her fingers, and the feeling of being completely merged with this space.
She lay back in bed as if diving into the warm milk of light. The silk sheets enveloped her, sliding softly over her skin, hugging every line of her body. The translucent tulle over the bed rippled in the slight draft, making it seem as if she were drowning in a cloud. The world was disappearing. There were no windows, no walls, no time – just her breathing, the slight crunch of the fabric under her fingers, and the feeling of being completely merged with this space.
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