White sheets, dark room, someone’s moving

You’re looking down at white sheets that are moving under someone’s body. The room’s dark, maybe just a little light from a lamp or phone. You can’t see faces, just the motion of the sheets and the way they bunch up. It’s quiet, no loud noises, just the soft rustle and the slow, steady movement. The person’s body is warm under the sheets, and you can tell they’re moving slowly, deliberately. It’s intimate, private, like you’re watching it unfold right in front of you. No one else is in the room, just the two of them, and the sheets are the only thing you can really see. The mood is calm, focused, almost sleepy. It’s not frantic, not loud — just the quiet, steady rhythm of someone moving under the sheets, maybe just getting comfortable or maybe something more. You’re not sure what’s happening, but you’re watching it happen, and it feels real, raw, and personal.