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And as she hailed a cab, she smiled. Because for the first time all morning, she was the one who decided to stop.

She stretched, the cool silk of the sheets sliding against her skin. The apartment smelled of fresh coffee and ambition. Across the hall, the soft clatter of a keyboard meant her roommate’s boyfriend was already deep in a spreadsheet. He didn’t look up when she padded past the open door, tying her robe loosely. She simply poured two mugs, set one on his desk without a word, and continued to the bathroom. freeuse cherie deville

The fantasy, Cherie often thought, wasn't about force. It was about oblivion . The bliss of being scenery. And as she hailed a cab, she smiled

The alarm didn’t matter. Not really. The soft chime from Cherie’s phone was just a suggestion, a gentle nudge into a world that was already fully awake and running on its own logic. The apartment smelled of fresh coffee and ambition

The Morning Commute