The night was calm, with the gentle sound of crickets filling the air outside Roseanne's window. She lay in bed, her body wrapped in a soft blanket, her head resting on the pillow as she tried to drift off to sleep. The events of the day were still vivid in her mind—cooking for Davian, the dinner, and then his sudden departure. She couldn't shake the worry she felt when he left, but she had to trust that he was capable of handling whatever danger had called him away.
Roseanne took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She turned to her side, her eyes slowly closing as she focused on the steady rhythm of her breathing. Her body began to relax, her muscles loosening as she slipped into the comforting dark of sleep.
