“Rest is productive too. So try resting more.”
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~ Elizabeth ~
“So, wanna tell me about him?” Mom asked, turning to me just as I finished my nightly skincare routine. My face still glowed faintly from the moisturizer, and my fingers smelled like lavender and honey. The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of the fan blending with the quiet of the night.
I blushed at her question, heat rising to my cheeks. She was already tucked in her favorite satin pajamas, her hair loosely tied back. I, on the other hand, was in my usual cotton nightwear—comfy, breathable, and exactly how I liked it. I lay sideways across the bed, a fluffy cushion beneath my chest. Everything about the moment felt cozy, like a chapter out of a diary I didn’t know I was writing.
“What do you want to know about him?” I
