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~Alaya
I woke up a little dazed the next morning.
My sheets are pooled at my feet, my shirt hiked up above my stomach. Clearly I slept well last night, and despite my lack of covering, I'm pleasantly warm. Sitting up, I stretch before wandering over to the dresser, pulling out some comfortable clothes before entering the bathroom.
Even the showers here are different. The water is as silky soft as the soap left for me to wash myself down. It smells like jasmine, which makes me shiver.
Once I was done, I walked back into my room to see my bed made and the clothes I had discarded were folded and placed upon the dresser. I stare at the clear space, trying to fathom what angels came down to clean my room. Or rather, servants with light steps that managed to get this clean before I got done.
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