Comfort
Mira stepped into the tranquil space of her residence, her senses welcomed by the familiar, comforting scent of home.
In her room, a large four-poster bed was situated, dressed in plush quilts and silken sheets that glowed faintly under the dim light. Amid the sea of cushions and blankets, two figures were tangled, small bodies wrapped around each other in peaceful slumber.
She didn't remember her bed being so crowded, but then again, she hardly ever used it.
Rhydian was in the corner, sleeping like usual. The stupid mutt didn't even bother opening an eye to greet her.
Elenei was still out, doing who knows what.
Dominique, with ocean blue hair cascading around her sleeping face, was nestled against Hana, whose dirty blonde hair was spread out all over the bed. They were a picture of pure innocence, a sight that unknowingly calmed Mira's heart.