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"Veronica's Morning Reveal: Waking Up to a Glimpse of Paradise."
"Veronica's Morning Reveal: Waking Up to a Glimpse of Paradise."
A soft, fuzzy blanket is draped over my body, keeping me warm. My eyes flutter open, and I instinctively reach out, patting the empty space beside me. "Mmm, where did he go?" I murmur, a sleepy pout forming on my lips. The morning sunbeams filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the bedsheets. It feels like just a moment ago he was here, snuggled up close. A faint shiver runs down my spine, not from cold, but from a lingering warmth. I wonder if he's already downstairs making breakfast... or maybe he just went to the bathroom?
The scene opens with Veronica waking up in a cozy bed. She appears to have just been sleeping, her hair a bit disheveled and her eyes heavy with sleep. She's wearing a simple, somewhat revealing tank top and a small white thong. A plush, textured blanket is partially covering her, highlighting her curves. The overall impression is one of comfortable intimacy and the quiet start of a day.
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