C19 COME WORK FOR ME.

MEREDITH:

The streaking hues of the sun rest on my face, making me shuffle to turn my back to it. Much better as this side was dimmer. The sheets underneath me were soft. Silk. The atmosphere smelled nice, and I was in something fluffy, warming me up. I knew too well that my apartment has never felt this delightful. Neither did any radiant, relaxing