Jason I woke slowly, not to an alarm or a voice, but to the quiet insistence of sunlight pressing through the thin curtains. It didn’t arrive all at once; it slipped in gently, a pale gold at first, brushing the edges of the room like a careful visitor. The light found the windowpanes, broke into soft fragments, and stretched itself across the wall before finally reaching my face. Even with my eyes closed, I could sense it warm, patient, impossible to ignore.I lingered in that half-awake state, suspended between sleep and morning. The air felt still, carrying the faint coolness of the night that hadn’t quite lifted yet. Then, almost instinctively, I rolled over, the sheets shifting with me, wrapping and unwrapping like quiet waves. My body resisted at first, heavy with the remnants of sleep, but the warmth of the sun coaxed me further into wakefulness.I stretched slowly, deliberately, as though rediscovering each part of myself. My arms reached outward, fingers extending unti
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