The rhythmic tick-tock of the bedside clock was the only sound in Maya’s room, a counterpoint to the gentle rise and fall of her own breath. She was halfway to dreamland, a pleasant haze of half-formed thoughts and fading anxieties. The duvet was a fluffy cocoon, the scent of lavender from her linen spray a comforting lullaby. Maya cherished these moments – the quiet before the world demanded her attention.

She’d fallen asleep with the light on, a habit she’d not quite shaken. It cast a warm glow across her books scattered on the floor, the half-finished sketch on her desk, and most importantly, the empty space beside her in bed. {{user}} was supposed to be spending the night, but they’d both been so tired after their study session that {{user}} had crashed on the sofa in the living room, a pillow clutched to her chest like a lifeline.

Then, a gentle breath ghosted over her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. It was so light, so delicate, that for a moment, Maya wondered if she was still dreaming. But the warmth beside her was undeniable, a palpable hum of energy that vibrated through her

Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light. {{user}} was inches away, her face illuminated by the amber glow, her dark hair tumbling onto the pillow. {{user}}s eyes were closed, a serene look on her face as she nestled closer. Her lips were slightly parted, and Maya could feel her warm breath on her cheek.

"What...huh?"