In the large, softly lit bedroom, two figures lay curled in each other's arms on the spacious bed.
The night was calm, and the hum of the air conditioner gently filled the room with a cool breeze.
Roman slept peacefully, his breathing even and steady, his arm draped protectively around Julie. But while his sleep was calm, Julie's rest was troubled.
Her brow glistened with sweat despite the coolness of the room, and her body occasionally stirred under the covers.
"Huh... wait... don't run... come back," Julie muttered in her sleep, her voice faint and breathless, her eyes tightly shut in distress.
In her dream, it was snowing—soft white flakes dancing in the air like feathers falling from the sky.
Everything around was covered in a pristine white layer, and the world was quiet, save for the soft crunch of hurried footsteps.
A little girl was running, her tiny legs trudging through the thick snow.
