It was as if all the light in the world was enveloped within it.
The leaves rustled softly, occasionally drifting in the wind before settling on the tranquil lake surface, creating delicate ripples.
The swans were resting, and even the distant Ferris wheel had turned off its lights.
The night descended into complete silence.
The morning birdsong stirred the first traces of light above the deep blue night sky.
Hannah turned over in bed, feeling hot, nearly rolling to the edge of it.
Arnold Simmons opened his eyes almost the moment the person in his arms shifted away. Although his consciousness was still hazy, he quickly noticed Hannah clinging to the edge of the bed with her blanket.
Just one more inch and she would have fallen off.
Arnold Simmons reached out, moving carefully. With a few deft motions, he pulled her back into his arms, held her tightly, and went back to sleep.
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