She sits quietly, wrapped in velvet and soft gold, her thoughts drifting somewhere far away. There’s no sadness in her eyes, just depth, like someone who has lived many moments in silence. She doesn’t ask to be seen, yet it’s hard to look away. For a second, she feels real. And that is enough.
Njm slowly drifts into sleep beneath quiet starlight. She lets Biscuit rest freely beside her, already half-asleep and peaceful. Teddy is gently held close, not to restrain him, but to help him fall asleep and keep him from wandering off. He pouts a little, still full of mischief, yet safe in her arms.Njm sleeps on, calm and warm, holding onto him until dreams take them both..
