Dark room, quiet night, she’s just lying there

She’s lying on her side, head on a pillow, eyes shut tight. Hair’s a little messy, like she just rolled out of bed. The room’s dark, lit only by a soft blue glow — maybe a phone or lamp. No one else is visible. She’s not moving, just breathing slow. It’s quiet. Almost peaceful. But you can feel it’s not just sleep — something’s about to shift. Maybe she’s waiting. Maybe she’s dreaming. Or maybe she’s already thinking about what’s coming next. The stillness is heavy. The blue light makes everything feel hushed, intimate. No rush. No noise. Just her, alone in the dark, before the moment breaks.