When I first opened my eyes, the room was already empty.
The heavy blackout curtains were still tightly drawn, keeping the vast master bedroom trapped in a cold, dim twilight, but the space beside me on the mattress was entirely vacant. The plush sheets where she had been lying were already cold to the touch.
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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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