Tuberose
I reach for my phone and command the room's smart system to play a soothing sleeping melody.
The room is gradually bathed in a soft, calming glow as the lights dim to a warm ambiance. I slip on a pair of earphones, the music's gentle notes filling my ears, attempting to drown out the noise in my mind. I lie back down, my eyes closing as I focus on the melody, trying to find that elusive peace.
As the music weaves its way around me, I let go, letting my mind drift, my thoughts ebbing away like waves on a distant shore. Sleep slowly beckons, and despite the turmoil, exhaustion pulls me under, and I begin to succumb to its embrace.
Bab Populer