

In the tender cocoon of morning's embrace, I awaken to the gentle whispers of dawn, where the world is still cradled in the arms of dreams, and the first light tiptoes through the curtains, kissing the edges of a new day. 🌅✨ As the warmth of sunlight spills into the room, it unveils a canvas painted in hues of soft pastels, casting a tranquil glow upon the sanctuary of slumber. The tousled sheets bear witness to the gentle ballet of dreams that unfolded in the quiet hours, leaving behind a trace of tranquility that lingers in the air.