The soft hum of morning filtered through the sheer curtains, painting the guest room in long, golden strokes. I was completely wrapped in a blanket cocoon, curled on the edge of a bed far too expansive and plush to feel real. I was scrolling half-awake through my phone, trying to ground myself after the absolute madness of last night’s dinner, when the device vibrated with a sudden, violent jolt.
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When the world sleeps, My imagination awakens. I scribble in moonlight, capturing fleeting thoughts, dreams, and whispers. The night sky becomes my canvas, and the stars my companions.
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