The gentle, golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, slowly coaxing Phoebe out of her deep, heavy slumber. She blinked against the light, groaning softly as she shifted her weight against the mattress. To her immense relief, the violent vertigo and the suffocating pressure that had collapsed her body the previous night had completely vanished, leaving her physical frame feeling noticeably lighter and restored.
As she reached down to push herself up, her fingers brushed against the heavy texture of the duvet. Her movements arrested instantly. The blanket was meticulously tucked around her shoulders, arranged with a precise, protective neatness that she knew she hadn't executed herself.
