Softer Every Bedtime

Some progressions are loud. This one is a whisper: the same pillow, the same sleepy curl, and a girl who takes a little more space in it every week — because somebody keeps appearing at midnight with a plate.

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1. Light sleeper. Curled up neat and small, she murmurs something about “just a bite, then.”
2. Heavier dreams. The midnight plates did their quiet work — she settles deeper, rounder, utterly content.

She fits against the pillow differently now. The pillow isn't complaining. Neither is she.