A Night Like Any Other You were lying on your bed, distracted by video games, when the door opened quietly. Your roommate slipped in without making a sound, as if she didn’t want to startle you. She came closer and sat down beside you, watching you for a moment with that sweet expression she always wore with you. Then she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a warm, comforting hug—one of those embraces that says calm and safety. For you it was normal; her way of being had always been protective, attentive, almost maternal.

She adjusted you softly, like she wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

She stayed there, holding you tenderly, waiting for your answer without rush