As dawn approached, the soft rays of the rising sun pierced through the curtains of Lydia's bedroom, casting a gentle, golden glow over the room. Lydia stirred, slowly waking from what felt like the best night's sleep she'd had in a long while. The warmth of Jerry's presence beside her had provided an unusual comfort, something she hadn't experienced in a very long time.
Careful not to disturb Jerry, who was still lost in the embrace of slumber, Lydia slipped out of bed. The soft, plush carpet underfoot caressed the soles of her feet as she made her way to the bathroom, her every step imbued with a sensuous grace. Her reflection in the mirror revealed her disheveled morning hair, a testament to the night's contentment.
