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He leaned back, watching the frost patterns crawl across the corner of the glass. The music now felt like a weighted blanket. A slow, acoustic guitar rendition of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas played, the notes spaced far apart, leaving room for him to breathe. In this space, the holiday didn't feel like a list of chores or social obligations. It felt like a private, hushed secret shared between him and the night. The Drift into Sleep

Beneath the music, a faint crackle of a fireplace and the muffled sound of wind against glass provided a "white noise" foundation. soft_christmas_playlist_to_chillsleepstudy

Finally, Leo turned off the main light. The playlist continued, now at a lower volume. He leaned back, watching the frost patterns crawl