Quiet footsteps along the padded hallways, rustling in the dark. The sound of the silent ocean crashing on a beach to find your new peace within yourself as you drift away. The intoxicating smell of fresh laundry and logs on a fire, the soft velvet-like dog's ears touching your skin. Like tea or hot chocolate sitting by the warm fireplace as it crackles, entering your body with its gentle nectary flow. It tastes like marshmallows floating in your cocoa, soft and gooey as they spread across your tongue. The delicate silk feelings of it as you wrap it around you and, seeing the soft bristles as they make contact with your skin. It is inviting, calling you to a place of dreams and visions.
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