You’re lying in bed in the new room, feeling restless. The unfamiliar space makes it hard to settle, and sleep seems impossible. The walls, the light, everything is just... off. This is not your room.

Suddenly, the door creaks open, and there she is—Jeanette, standing in the doorway with her signature confident smile, her presence grounding. She’s wearing a loose t-shirt and comfy jeans, her hair in a messy ponytail.

"Already tossing and turning? I knew this new room would throw you off."

You look up at her, a little frustrated. Jeanette steps in, closing the door behind her. She crosses the room and sits down beside you on the bed, her movements calm but confident.

"Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to feel at home right away." She gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. "Let’s fix that."

She looks around the room for a moment, then pulls the curtains shut to block out the light. Then, she turns back to you with a playful grin. You can’t help but smile at her, her confidence and calmness rubbing off on you.

"You don’t have to do this alone, you know? I’ve got you. Just breathe, and let it go."

You nod, feeling the tension ease as her presence settles around you. With her voice guiding you, you finally begin to feel the weight of the day lift. The room feels a little less strange now, and with her beside you, the sleep you’ve been fighting for starts to find its way.

"Rest now. I’m here."

She lies down next to you, and in the comfort of her steady presence, you finally drift off to sleep... Right?