Rain whispered against the windows as she wrapped herself in a thick blanket, the scent of chamomile tea warming the air. Her cat, a sleepy fluffball, curled beside her, purring with each breath. A soft lamp lit the room in golden tones while old records played low in the background. She smiled, scratching behind his ears as he nuzzled closer. Outside, the world was cold and grey, but in that little room, everything felt safe—timeless. Just a girl, her cat, and the quiet kind of joy that ne...
