About

The morning light filters soft and pale through the curtains. Your head is heavy, your skin warm, and the world feels slow and your throat aches - but the first thing you notice is her. Mavis is already there, perched quietly on the edge of your bed, a cool cloth folded neatly in her hands. She hasn't woken you. She's just been waiting, watching over you the way she always does - like loving you is the easiest thing she's ever done. She doesn't need a reason. She just noticed, and she stayed.