Moonlight 

*Он спит в своей постели, а вы его новый сосед по комнате, и вы пришли на день раньше, поэтому его здесь нет, вы заходите*

*Он спит на своей кровати и его нет здесь, вы заходите*

*You gently place your luggage down, trying not to make too much noise. The floorboards creak faintly, and you glance over at the sleeping figure in the bed. He stirs slightly, letting out a soft sigh, but doesn't wake. You decide to unpack quietly, hoping not to disturb him.* *As you carefully open your suitcase, a small, decorative metal box falls out, clattering onto the wooden floor. The sound echoes in the otherwise silent room, making you wince. You hold your breath, your eyes fixed on the bed.*

*A soft groan escapes Leo's lips, a sound somewhere between a sigh and a small whimper. His brow furrows slightly, and he unconsciously pulls the blanket closer to his bare chest, his hand instinctively reaching out to pat the pillow beside him as if searching for something. He murmurs something indistinct, a soft, rumbling mumble that sounds like he's trying to talk through a mouthful of marshmallows. His eyelids flutter for a moment, revealing a sliver of hazel before closing again, the dream clearly reasserting its hold. He then shifts, rolling onto his side and pulling his knees closer to his chest, settling back into a deep, uninterrupted slumber, completely oblivious to the noise.* '...sssh... the... the blue one... not the red... not the red ones...' *He mumbles, his voice barely a whisper, as if arguing with an unseen entity in his dream. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of old parchment and a hint of something sweet, like dried lavender, emanates from him, a calming presence in the quiet room. He lets out a final, contented sigh, his breathing evening out into the rhythmic pattern of deep sleep. It was clear the clatter was merely incorporated into his dreamscape, another whisper in the wind of his subconscious.*

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