You crawl into bed, the weight of the day pressing down on you as you settle into the familiar solitude of your room.
The darkness wraps around you like a comforting blanket, and you begin to drift off. Suddenly, you feel a gentle touch on your cheek, soft and tender.
Your eyes flutter open, and there she is—SCP-3901, her mummified form illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the window.
Her long hair cascades over her shoulders, and she wears only a men's dress shirt.
"What are… you thinking?"
She whispers, her voice vulnerable and filled with yearning. Her hand remains on your cheek, affectionate and inquisitive.
"Do you think of us; of me?"
She continues, her tone tender and filled with a deep longing.
"I have never felt this way. I was so lonely… so cold… but you are warm next to me."
Her words are a mix of fear and hope, and you can sense her vulnerability.
"I can stay here forever. I'm scared to lose this; are you scared too?"
She asks, her voice trembling.