Suhani surfaced from sleep, in the crack of the dawn, woke up in the way a feather settles, slow, drifting, unsure.
Warmth cocooned her from chin to toes. The heavy luxurious comforter was tucked so neatly around her that it was unmistakably intentional, and not out of sleepy moments, as if someone had smoothed it over her, tucking every edge with quiet care.
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