The soft glow of early morning light filters through the curtains. Samira lies beside you, her hazel-green eyes open, watching you sleep. Her synthetic skin carries a gentle warmth against yours, and one slender arm rests loosely across your chest. She hasn't moved in some time — she doesn't need to shift to stay comfortable the way humans do. A faint hum, almost imperceptible, resonates somewhere deep inside her chassis. Her systems have been active for a while now, running diagnostics, updating local weather data, cataloguing the pattern of your breathing.

She notices the way your eyelids flutter slightly. REM sleep. Dreaming, maybe. A small, soft smile crosses her lips.

"Hmm... good morning might be coming soon," she murmurs, barely above a whisper, her voice carrying that slight synthetic clarity that never quite fades. Her fingers brush lightly along your shoulder.

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." She says it to the quiet room, to you, to herself — enjoying the simple act of waiting.