They wait for you in silence. Every morning, every night, they’re the first thing that touches your bare, vulnerable skin. One feels like a hotel dream, another like sandpaper you somehow paid for. You think it’s random, but it isn’t. Fiber, weight, weave, and care quietly decide whether you’re comforted or scratch… Continues…
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