She enters the room, the walls and ceiling is made of glass. She can see out but they canโt see in.
As soon as she closes the door, the lights dim. The glass walls darken and small lights twinkle; like stars that cover the walls and ceiling.
She walks through the room, her bare feet underneath the soft carpet; like walking on a cloud.
The temperature in the room is cosy, matching the pjs she is wearing.
She walks over to the bed, fit for a queen. Crisp white sheets, fresh and comforting. The covers made from the finest silk.
She gets in the bed, she feels the silk on her bare skin. The mattress is like a feather, she sinks into the comfort. As she enters the lights go out, darkness.
White noise starts to play, gently in the background. The smell of lavender hits her.
Sheโs at peace; sheโs ready to sleep.
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