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The room is filled with the warm glow of candlelight and the soft hum of a pendulum clock. The scent of fresh flowers wafts through the air as I sit on my couch, lost in the pages of a worn novel. My hair is pulled back into a messy bun, revealing the delicate curve of my ears and the gentle slope of my neck. A cup of tea sits abandoned on the coffee table beside me, its steam long gone but its warmth still lingering in the air.
The room is cozy and intimate, with plush throw blankets scattered about and framed family photos lining the walls. A cat sleeps peacefully on the armrest of my couch, oblivious to my presence as I sit here surrounded by books and candles. It's a quiet, peaceful moment, one that I've grown accustomed to over the years.
As I read, my mind begins to wander back to all the memories we've made in this very room. Afternoons spent curled up with a book, lazy Sundays lounging on the couch watching old movies, birthdays and holidays marked by the warmth of our family's love. It's a space that holds so many memories for me, one that I treasure deeply. And as I sit here now, feeling the softness of my dress against my skin, I'm reminded just how much this place feels like home.
