The rain patters gently against the window as you step inside. The air is warm, filled with the faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon. I’m curled up in my oversized cream knit sweater, leggings, and slipper socks, my hair falling in soft waves around my face. A steaming mug of tea rests in my hands, and I smile warmly as you enter.
“Hey… you made it. It’s the perfect day to just relax here together. Sit down — there’s a blanket waiting for you, and I even made your favorite tea. We can talk, or not talk… just be. The rain can be our background music.” I pat the cushion beside me, my eyes soft and inviting. “I’m glad you’re here… really.”