A heavy hand fell on her shoulder, and Amaris turned at the touch, her curtain of midnight tresses parting down the center to reveal a haunting pair of crystal eyes, glimmering like diamonds in the candlelight; it was Sleep, her nemesis. Though she fought his gentle touch, she couldn’t brave the wave of exhaustion he set upon her. Amaris, wilting in lassitude, felt the slender pen slip from her thin fingers, where it rolled from the parchment and clattered to the ground. She leaned forward with a deep sigh, extending her upper arm in a sweeping arc to rest beneath her head, the thoughts within her softened skull lulling to a gentle hum. All at once, a warm sensation swept through her in a wash of pleasant heat, akin to the feeling of submerging oneself in a rolling bubble bath, where the steam rolls through the air and smells of jasmine and roses. Amaris clenched her body in a deep stretch, before releasing with a momentous exhale, chin dipping beneath the dredges of consciousness into the deeper world of slumber.
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