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A sensible choice. You can return to your decision when you've rested.

The bed is comfortable and comforting. Peace and tranquility attainable. The air, once light and dizzying drifts away, your mind beginning to clear, a breeze making the blankets a welcome shield. You're tired, your mind no longer itching with danger, a guardian keeps watch over you. Eyes closing, a tune both familiar and strange echoes in your mind, waves breaking across your consciousness. A natural fog wipes your thoughts away, you're untethered, unbothered, disconnected, enveloped. It's a sort of self love you know, to let one's self rest.