


I was just getting ready for bed. You know those quiet little moments—face washed, hair tied up, something soft and comfy on… The room was dim, calm, and it felt like the world had finally slowed down. But for some reason, I didn’t want to get under the covers just yet. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and something playful sparked. Not planned, not dramatic—just this quiet little urge. Next thing I knew, I was reaching for my phone. No script, no second thoughts. Just me, the mood, and the night. Funny how the calmest moments sometimes feel the most electric.