Slumber
A candle dimly lights your boudoir, its aroma mellow with hints of cinnamon. The scent gently wafts to your nose as your eyelids slip close, and you lay in the warmth of your quilt, your body softening and wilting into the bedding. The sound of silence surrounds you, and soon you will be cradled in the arms of Morpheus.
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