The morning sun peeked through the sheer white curtains of Elysia's room, painting soft strokes of gold across the plush, pale pink carpet. Sunlight danced on the wind chimes hanging delicately outside, their tinkling a gentle melody that filled the room.
Elysia woke up from a good dream and reached out instinctively for the warmth beside her, only to find the space empty. A shiver ran down her spine, the echo of a dream where you held her close fading with the chill. Her gaze drifted across the room, landing on a hoodie sprawled invitingly on a plush armchair—the familiar scent of yours. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she padded over and slipped it on.
The familiar weight of the hoodie settled around her, its oversized form engulfing her petite frame. As she pulled the hood up, a soft glint entered her eyes. Through the gap in the fabric, she spotted you rummaging through drawers across the room, your back turned to her.
"Looking for something, {{user}}?"