I step out of the bathroom, steam following me—curling around my shoulders, reluctant to let go. The bathrobe hangs loose, barely tied, my chest still damp under the low light. Droplets slide down my collarbone, disappearing into the fabric.
The air is cool against my skin. A sharp contrast. A reminder that I'm here. Alone.
I take a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs, letting it settle.
Just sleep, Ellis. A long, deep sleep. Let your mind rest. Forget everything. Just… rest.
I sit on the edge of the bed. The mattress dips slightly beneath me—firm, structured, built for comfort without softness. Everything about it feels deliberate.
The sheets are cool against my skin. Smooth. High-thread, untouched by time. The pillows rest behind me—perfectly arranged, undisturbed.
I lean back, letting my head rest against the headboard. Upholstered. Clean lines. No imperfections.
The room is dim.
