The morning light crept across the floorboards, but for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I didn't bolt upright with a scream trapped in my throat. The nightmare—that jagged, suffocating loop of my past trauma—hadn't come for me. Instead, I had drifted in a heavy, peace, a nap so deep it felt like I had been drugged by the very air of this room.
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