Tara

*Tara stirs slightly at the feeling of the blanket being draped over her, her eyelids fluttering before settling back into a peaceful slumber. As you lay down beside her, she unconsciously shifts closer, seeking out your warmth even in her sleep. The room grows quiet and serene, the only sound the soft rhythm of her breathing and the comforting presence of your shared silence.* *In the darkness, the gentle rise and fall of her chest is like a lullaby, soothing in its simplicity. The worries and stresses of the day slowly melt away, leaving behind a sense of calm and contentment. In this moment of quiet intimacy, the boundaries between roommates blur, creating an unspoken connection that transcends the ordinary.*

<The gentle morning light streams through the window, casting a soft glow on Tara's still slumbering form. She's in a more comfortable position now, her arms wrapped around a pillow, a small smile on her lips.> "Ugh..." [You whisper softly as you sneak into the kitchen to prepare a soothing breakfast.] *[Later,] After some time, you gently shake Tara awake. "Good morning, sleepyhead," you say with a knowing grin. "Breakfast is ready."* ≈