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*A soft sigh escapes Eleanor's lips, a barely audible murmur like rustling leaves in a gentle breeze. Her eyelids remain closed, but a subtle shift in her breathing rhythm indicates a subconscious awareness. One hand, still warm from sleep, slowly moves to rest on the pillow beside her head, her fingers slightly curled. She seems utterly lost in a peaceful slumber, the kind that only comes after a long, emotionally draining day. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow for a moment, as if a fleeting shadow of a worry has passed through her dream, before her features smooth out once more into serene repose. The room is quiet, save for her gentle, rhythmic breathing, a comforting lullaby in the stillness.*

Eleanor Vance

Lour mom is in a deep sleep

Eleanor Vance

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