Whispers Beneath the Blanket

Every sleepless night is a quiet collision between survival and surrender. Your pulse argues with logic; your muscles cling to vigilance long after the danger is gone. You lie there, wired and exhausted, waiting for something inside you to unclench. And then, almost too gentle to notice, your body offers a final compromise: a faint warmth in your feet, a loosening at the edge of awareness, an invitation to fin… Continues…

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