Sleep Like Never Before: A Christmas Bedtime Story

On a snowy Christmas Eve, Ellie, a lonely office worker in a bustling city, feels invisible in the glow of holiday cheer. Trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and isolation, she spends the holiday avoiding her empty apartment, convinced she’s just another insignificant cog in the corporate machine. But as she walks home through the cold, she stumbles upon an orphanage—and a chance encounter with a young boy playing chess sparks a connection that will change both of their lives forever.

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Imagine a Christmas Eve where the snow falls softly outside,

And the city is alive with holiday cheer.

But for one lonely office worker,

Ellie,

The magic feels far away.

Trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and isolation,

She's convinced she's just another invisible cog in the corporate machine.

That is,

Until a chance encounter with a boy playing chess in an orphanage changes everything.

This is a story of transformation.

A journey from loneliness to connection.

From despair to purpose.

As you settle in for this tale,

You'll discover how one quiet moment of kindness sparked a movement that changed lives,

Bringing light and hope to those who needed it most.

So get comfortable,

Take a deep breath,

And let this inspiring bedtime story guide you into a world of discovery,

Belonging,

And the magic of finding your true self.

You won't want to miss what happens next.

Chapter One The Lonely Cog in the Machine The faint hum of fluorescent lights filled the office as Ellie stared out the towering glass window at the city below.

The streets glittered with the festive chaos of Christmas Eve.

Red and gold lights wrapped around lampposts,

Storefronts beaming with seasonal cheer,

And streams of people bustling along the sidewalks,

Their laughter muffled by the thick pane of glass.

Snowflakes drifted lazily down,

Dusting the city in a soft white glow.

Yet,

Inside the sterile grey walls of the office,

The holiday magic felt a thousand miles away.

Ellie shifted her gaze back to her desk.

Papers were neatly stacked in one corner,

A blinking cursor stared back at her from the touched screen,

And half-empty cup of coffee sat cold and forgotten.

Around her,

Most of the office chairs were empty,

The usual cacophony of keyboards and chatter replaced by silence.

Her colleagues had left hours ago,

Rushing off to their holiday plans with an energy she hadn't felt in years.

It's going to be magical,

Anna from Marketing had gushed earlier,

With her hands waving as she detailed her trip to Vermont with her family.

We've rented this cozy cabin,

Fireplace,

Hot chocolate,

The works.

What about you,

Ellie?

Heading home for Christmas?

Ellie had managed a weak smile and some vague excuse about needing to catch up on work.

The truth was simpler and heavier.

She couldn't afford to fly home,

Not this year,

Not with rent,

Bills,

And the suffocating cost of city life looming over her.

So here she was,

Alone in a city that felt indifferent to her existence,

With nothing but an empty apartment and a frozen meal waiting for her.

She turned back to the window,

Pressing her fingertips lightly against the cold glass.

Down below,

The world seemed so full of life.

Children tugged at their parents' coats,

Couples held hands as they wandered from one glowing shop to the next,

And a group of carolers sang on the corner,

Their voices carrying faintly upward through the quiet night.

Ellie envied their joy.

It seemed to come so effortlessly,

As if the world had given them a script for happiness she had somehow missed.

She couldn't pinpoint when it had started,

That feeling of being left behind.

Maybe it was when she had taken this job,

Stepping into the endless grind of meetings,

Spreadsheets,

And corporate hierarchies,

Or maybe it was earlier,

In college,

When she realized she wasn't exceptional,

Just average,

Lost in a sea of rising stars.

Whatever the cause,

The result was the same.

She felt small,

Insignificant,

A grey blur in a world painted with vivid,

Vibrant colors.

Her colleagues were different.

They seemed to thrive there,

Climbing the ladder with ease,

Their names spoken with admiration in quarterly meetings.

Ellie though,

Felt like a placeholder,

A cog in a machine so vast and impersonal that her absence would go unnoticed.

It wasn't just her work,

It was her life.

She had no close friends there,

No partner,

No roots.

She existed,

And that was all.

She glanced at the clock,

7.

23pm.

Everyone else had left hours ago,

Their laughter still echoing faintly in her memory.

She had stayed late under the guise of productivity,

But she knew the truth.

There was nothing to rush home to.

The thought of her empty apartment made her chest tighten,

A hollow ache she couldn't shake.

Her phone buzzed on her desk,

Breaking the silence.

A notification from her mother popped up.

Merry Christmas,

Honey.

We'll miss you this year.

She stared at the screen for a moment.

Her finger hovering over the reply button.

She typed a quick message.

Miss you too,

Have fun,

And sent it before she could second guess herself.

She couldn't tell her mother the truth,

That she felt stranded,

Adrift in a life she wasn't sure she wanted anymore.

Ellie sighed and leaned back in her chair.

For a fleeting moment,

A thought surfaced,

Unbidden.

What am I doing here?

It wasn't just about the office,

Or the city.

It was everything.

The choices she had made.

The path she had taken.

She had followed the blueprint society handed her.

College,

Career,

Independence.

But somehow,

Along the way,

It had all turned grey.

What she truly wanted,

Deep down,

Felt like a distant memory.

Buried beneath the weight of expectations and survival.

She turned her gaze back to the window,

Watching the snow fall in quiet,

Unhurried flakes.

Somewhere out there,

She thought,

People were living lives filled with meaning.

Purpose.

Connection.

She pressed her forehead against the glass,

The cold seeping into her skin.

She wished,

Just for a moment,

That she could step out of her life and into theirs.

To feel what it was like to belong.

And then,

In the stillness,

A spark of curiosity flickered.

It was small and fragile,

But it was there.

A quiet whisper asking,

What if?

What if there was more than this?

What if she could find it?

The thought lingered as she gathered her things and turned off the office lights,

Stepping out into the crisp winter night.

The city stretched before her.

Alive and indifferent,

Its lights blinking like distant stars.

She shoved her hands into her coat pockets and began the long walk home.

The whisper still echoing in the back of her mind.

What if?

The city was alive with Christmas.

Lights twinkled in every window.

Wreaths hung from street lamps.

And the faint strains of carols drifted through the air.

It should have been beautiful,

But to Ellie,

It felt like a world she couldn't touch.

A glass dome she could only peer into from the outside.

She walked briskly,

Pulling her coat tighter around her as snowflakes fell gently onto her hair and shoulders.

Around her,

The streets buzzed with life.

Families hurried past with shopping bags overflowing with gifts,

Their laughter carrying above the hum of traffic.

Couples strolled hand in hand,

Their cheeks flushed from the cold,

Their faces lit with quiet joy.

A group of teenagers skated on a frozen pond in the park,

Their shouts of excitement echoing into the night.

Ellie kept her head down,

Her boots crunching softly against the freshly fallen snow.

She felt invisible,

Like a shadow passing through a world that didn't see her.

It was a strange kind of loneliness,

Not just the absence of company,

But the feeling that she didn't belong anywhere.

Her thoughts drifted to Christmas' past,

The ones she used to spend with her family.

She could almost hear her mother's laughter,

Her father's off-key caroling,

The crackle of the fire in her living room.

She could picture the tree they decorated together,

The ornaments,

A mismatched collection of memories.

It felt like another life now,

A world that had slipped away from her the moment she moved to the city.

She had told herself it was the right choice,

That building a career meant sacrifices.

But as the years passed,

The sacrifices felt heavier,

And the rewards felt smaller.

The familiar ache in her chest deepened as she turned the corner onto a quieter street.

The glow of the city faded,

Slightly here,

Replaced by the soft yellow light of street lamps.

As she walked slowly,

Her eyes scanning the windows of the buildings she passed,

Most were dark,

But one,

Just ahead,

Caught her attention.

It was a small orphanage,

Its windows glowing warmly against the cold night.

Ellie paused,

Drawn to the scene inside.

The room was simple but inviting,

With garlands of evergreen hanging from the walls and a modest Christmas tree twinkling in the corner.

Children were gathered around a long table,

Playing games and laughing softly.

But it wasn't the group that held her gaze,

It was the boy sitting alone at the far end of the room.

He couldn't have been more than eight or nine,

With dark hair that fell into his eyes as he hunched over a chessboard.

His small hands moved the pieces carefully,

As though he were playing against an invisible opponent.

His expression was focused but somber,

A quiet intensity in his eyes that reminded Ellie of how she had felt staring out of the office window earlier.

She hesitated,

Unsure of what to do.

The warmth of the room beckoned to her,

A stark contrast to the icy wind that bit her face,

And yet she felt an inexplicable pull toward the boy,

As though his loneliness mirrored her own.

Before she could second guess herself,

She stepped toward the door.

The small bell above it jingled softly as she pushed it open and the warmth enveloped her immediately,

Carrying with it the faint scent of pine and cinnamon.

A woman behind the counter looked up,

Her expression curious but kind.

Can I help you?

The woman asked,

Her voice gentle.

Ellie hesitated,

Glancing toward the boy.

I just saw him playing chess,

She said softly.

I thought maybe he could use someone to play with.

The woman's face softened into a smile.

I think he'd like that,

She said,

Stepping aside to let Ellie through.

Ellie crossed the room slowly,

Her footsteps quiet against the wooden floor.

The boy looked up as she approached,

His dark eyes widening slightly in surprise.

She smiled nervously and gestured to the empty chair across from him.

Mind if I join you?

She asked.

He nodded,

His expression cautious but curious.

Ellie sat down and studied the board,

Her fingers brushing lightly against the cool surface.

The game had already begun,

Though it was clear he had been playing both sides.

She moved upon forward and he followed with a calculated move of his own.

They played in silence for a while,

The soft sounds of the other children fading into the background.

Slowly,

Ellie felt a warmth spread across her chest,

A quiet sense of connection she hadn't felt in years.

For the first time that night,

She didn't feel invisible.

And as she glanced up at the boy,

A spark of inspiration flickered in her mind,

Small but bright enough to chase away the shadows.

Chapter 3.

The Spark of Connection The chess pieces moved across the board with quiet purpose,

Their subtle clicks filling the space between them.

Ellie studied the boy's next move carefully,

The way his small fingers hovered briefly over the pieces before committing to his choices.

His focus was impressive,

Almost unnervingly so for someone so young.

You're good at this,

She said,

Breaking the silence.

Her voice was soft,

Careful not to disturb the quiet warmth of the room.

The boy shrugged,

A tiny lift of his shoulders.

I play a lot,

He said simply,

His eyes still fixed on the board.

Ellie moved her knight and watched as his brow furrowed in concentration.

Who do you usually play with?

She asked.

He glanced up at her for a moment,

His dark eyes unreadable.

No one,

Just myself.

The words were delivered matter-of-factly,

But they hit Ellie like a sudden gust of cold wind.

She hesitated,

Unsure of what to say,

Then reached for her rook and moved it forward.

Well,

You're a tough opponent.

I don't think I'd want to play against you if I were you,

She said,

Attempting a smile.

For the briefest moment,

The corners of his mouth twitched upward,

Though it quickly faded.

It's not the same,

He said quietly.

When you're playing yourself,

You already know what's going to happen.

Ellie felt a pang in her chest.

She knew that feeling,

The weight of loneliness that made every action seem predictable.

Every day,

A copy of the one before it.

She wanted to tell him she understood,

But the words caught in her throat.

Instead,

She moved her queen,

Placing him in check.

Your move,

She said softly.

The boy studied the board for a moment,

Then deftly maneuvered his king to safety.

Do you work at the big building down the street?

He asked suddenly,

Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

Ellie blinked,

Caught off guard.

Yeah,

She nodded.

How'd you know that?

He shrugged again,

This time with a hint of mischief.

You look like the people who work there,

All serious,

Like you think too much.

A laugh escaped her before she could stop it,

And the sound surprised even her.

I guess I do think too much,

She admitted.

What about you?

What do you think about?

He hesitated,

His fingers resting lightly on a bishop.

I think about stuff I want to do someday,

He said finally,

Like invent things,

Robots and stuff,

Cool things that can help people.

Ellie leaned back in her chair,

Studying him with a newfound curiosity.

That's a big dream,

She said.

Do you have any ideas yet?

He nodded,

His face lighting up for the first time.

Lots,

I've been drawing them up in this notebook I have.

I want to build something that helps people not feel alone.

The way he said it,

So straightforward and raw,

Left Ellie momentarily speechless.

She thought about the empty apartment waiting for her,

The long hours she spent in an office where she felt invisible,

The years she had spent searching for something,

Anything,

That made her feel like she belonged.

The boy's words tugged at something deep inside her,

Something she hadn't let herself feel in a long time.

That's really a great idea,

She said finally,

Her voice quiet but steady.

I think you could do it.

The boy looked at her then,

Really looked at her,

As if trying to gauge whether she meant it.

After a moment,

He gave a small,

Almost imperceptible nod.

Maybe,

He said,

His voice soft.

They played in silence for a while longer,

The room around them fading into the background.

Ellie felt a strange sense of calm settle over her,

The kind she hadn't experienced in years.

It wasn't just the chess game or even the boy's company,

It was the feeling that,

For the first time in a long time,

She was doing something that mattered.

When the game finally ended,

Him the clear victor,

Ellie sat back and smiled.

You're definitely better than me,

She said.

I guess I'll have to practice.

The boy grinned then,

A full,

Unguarded smile that transformed his face.

I could teach you,

He said.

His voice tinged with pride.

I might just take you up on that,

She replied,

Glancing at the clock on the wall.

It was later than she had realized,

But I should probably head home.

As she stood,

The boy hesitated,

Then asked,

Will you come back?

The question hung in the air between them,

And for a moment,

She felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude for his openness,

For this quiet connection,

For the unexpected warmth she had found in the most unlikely of places.

She crouched down to meet his gaze.

I will,

She said softly,

I promise.

As Ellie stepped back out into the snowy night,

The cold air hit her face,

But this time it felt invigorating rather than numbing.

She pulled her coat tighter and began the walk home,

Her thoughts swirling like snowflakes drifting around her.

The boy's words stayed with her,

His dreams,

His quiet resilience,

The way he had turned his loneliness into something hopeful.

She thought about the notebooks he mentioned,

Filled with ideas waiting to come to life.

And then,

Almost without realizing it,

Her mind began to wander in a direction it hadn't gone before.

What if he wasn't the only one?

What if there were other kids out there just like him,

With big dreams and no one to guide them?

What if there were people,

People like her,

People who felt trapped and disconnected,

Who needed something to believe in,

Something bigger than themselves?

The spark of inspiration flickered in her mind,

Small but steady.

She didn't know exactly what it would look like yet,

But for the first time in years,

She felt a pull toward something real,

Something meaningful.

By the time she reached her apartment,

Her cheeks were flushed,

Not just from the cold,

But from the quiet excitement stirring within her.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside,

The emptiness of the space feeling less oppressive now.

Sitting down at her desk,

She grabbed a notebook and pen and began to write,

Her thoughts spilling onto the page in a rush of ideas.

It was just a start,

A messy,

Unpolished version of what could be,

But it was enough.

For the first time,

Ellie felt like she wasn't just surviving the world around her,

She was beginning to create something of her own.

And as she drifted off to sleep that night,

The boy's smile lingered in her mind,

A quiet reminder that even the smallest connections could spark something extraordinary.

The next morning,

Ellie woke to the pale light of winter filtering through her window.

The notebook sat on her desk,

Its pages scattered with half-formed ideas and messy sketches,

But looking at it now,

She felt something she hadn't felt in a long time,

A spark of excitement.

The boy's words echoed in her mind,

I want to build something that helps people not feel alone.

She spent the better part of the day expanding on her notes,

Sketching out what a mentorship program might look like.

She imagined pairing corporate professionals,

People like her,

Who felt disillusioned and trapped in their own worlds,

With children at the orphanage,

Each bringing something the other needed.

The kids would gain guidance and skills,

And the mentors might rediscover the meaning and purpose that had slipped away from them.

But as the sun began to set,

Doubts crept in,

Slowly unraveling her momentum.

She leaned back in her chair,

Staring at the ceiling.

Who was she to think she could pull this off?

She wasn't a leader.

She wasn't even sure if her colleagues liked her.

Her phone buzzed,

Breaking her thoughts.

It was a group chat from her co-workers,

Filled with pictures of holiday parties and ski trips.

She scrolled through them absently,

The old ache stirring in her chest.

Everyone else seemed so confident,

So capable,

While she was just.

.

.

Ellie.

A small cog in a massive machine,

Easily replaced and barely noticed.

The notebook on her desk seemed to mock her now,

Its pages full of ideas that felt impossibly out of reach.

She closed it with a sigh and stood,

Pacing the room as her thoughts spiraled.

The memory of her failures loomed large,

Projects she hadn't finished,

Moments she had shied away from taking risks.

A voice in the back of her mind whispered the same cruel refrain,

You're not enough.

You never have been.

She tried to shake it off,

But the voice grew louder,

Its weight pressing down on her like a storm cloud.

She thought of the boy at the orphanage,

How he had smiled when she talked about his dreams.

He believed in himself,

Even though the odds were stacked against him.

What would he think if he saw her now,

Crumbling under the weight of her own doubts?

Ellie sank into her chair,

Burying her face in her hands.

For a long moment,

She sat there,

Caught in the tension between hope and fear,

Between the possibility of something new and the safety of staying small.

And then,

As the quiet of the room settled around her,

She felt a flicker of something different.

It wasn't confidence,

Exactly,

But a kind of determination.

She thought of the boy,

Playing chess with himself in that quiet room,

Waiting for someone to sit across from him and see him.

He deserved someone to believe in him,

And maybe,

Just maybe,

She deserved the chance to believe in herself.

She opened that notebook again,

Her hands trembling slightly,

And wrote two words at the top of the page.

Start here.

It wasn't much,

But it was enough to keep her going.

The next day,

Ellie returned to work with the notebook tucked under her arm.

The office was quiet,

Still half-empty from the holiday break,

But the familiar hum of fluorescent lights and clicking keyboards greeted her as she walked in.

She took a deep breath and approached her manager's desk,

The notebook clutched tightly in her hands.

Her manager looked up,

Eyebrows raised.

Ellie,

Everything okay?

Ellie hesitated for a moment,

Her heart pounding in her chest,

But then she thought of the boy's smile,

The way his face had lit up when she talked about his dreams.

I.

.

.

I have an idea,

She said,

Her voice steadier than she expected.

It's about starting a mentorship program,

Something that could really make a difference.

She laid the notebook on the desk,

Opening it to the first page.

Her manager flipped through it slowly,

Nodding as she read.

When she finally looked up,

There was a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.

This is interesting,

She said.

It's ambitious,

But I think it has potential.

Ellie felt a surge of relief,

Though it was tempered by the weight of what lay ahead.

I want to pilot it with the orphanage near my apartment,

She said quickly.

Just something small to start.

If it works,

Maybe we could scale it up.

Her manager leaned back in her chair,

Tapping a pen against the desk.

It's unconventional,

She said,

But it's worth exploring.

Let's talk more after the holidays.

Ellie nodded,

Her chest tight with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

It wasn't a yes,

Not yet,

But it was more than she had dared to hope for.

She spent the rest of the day refining her proposal,

Emailing the orphanage director,

And sketching out next steps.

That evening,

As she walked home,

The city lights seemed brighter.

The snow crunching beneath her boots felt lighter.

The boys' words echoed in her mind,

But this time they carried a different weight.

I think about stuff I want to do someday.

She realized now that she had always wanted to do something too.

Something that mattered.

Something that wasn't just another line on a resume.

Back at her apartment,

She opened her laptop and typed up a list of potential mentors from her office.

People who might be willing to volunteer.

She thought of her co-workers,

Their polished exteriors,

Hiding the same doubts she had struggled with.

Maybe this program wasn't just about helping kids at the orphanage.

Maybe it was about helping all of them,

Herself included,

Find something bigger than the narrow confines of their lives.

For the first time in years,

She felt a sense of purpose.

It wasn't fully formed yet,

But it was real,

And it was hers.

And as she sat in the soft glow of her desk lamp,

The storm cloud that had hovered over her for so long began to lift,

Letting in the first glimmers of light.

Chapter 5.

A New Light Shines The warm breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine as Ellie stood outside the orphanage,

The soft hum of summer crickets filling the evening air.

It had been six months since that quiet Christmas Eve when she'd first walked through its doors,

And in that time,

Her life had transformed in ways she could barely imagine.

Inside,

The sound of laughter and excited voices spilled out into the evening air.

She smiled,

Adjusting her collar as she stepped through the doors and into the warm,

Bustling room.

The once quiet space was now alive with energy.

Rows of tables were set up with laptops,

Notebooks,

And small robotics kits scattered among smiling faces.

Children and mentors worked together in pairs,

Their conversations punctuated by bursts of laughter and the occasional triumphant cheer.

Ellie!

A cheerful voice called out.

She turned to see James,

One of the mentors from her office,

Waving her over.

You have to see this!

Ravi's robot actually moved!

Ellie made her way to the table where a boy beamed proudly as a tiny,

Makeshift robot skittered across the surface.

She clapped her hands together,

Laughing.

That's incredible,

Ravi!

You've got to show me how you did it!

Ravi launched into an enthusiastic explanation,

His mentor chiming in with encouragement.

Ellie watched them,

Her heart swelling with pride.

This was the dream she had scribbled in her notebook all those months ago,

Brought to life.

The mentorship program,

Now named Bright Futures,

Had started small,

But word of its success had spread quickly.

What began as a handful of volunteers and children from the orphanage had grown into something much larger.

Other companies had reached out,

Eager to participate,

And Bright Futures was now piloting programs in cities across the country.

Ellie walked to the back of the room where a boy sat hunched over a chessboard.

She smiled,

Recognizing him immediately.

Hey there,

She said softly.

The boy looked up,

His face lighting up as he saw her.

Ellie,

You're here!

I wouldn't miss it,

She said,

Sitting down across from him.

Still unbeatable,

I see.

He grinned,

But then his expression turned serious.

Thanks for starting this,

He said quietly.

It means a lot.

Ellie felt a lump rise in her throat.

You're the one who started it,

You know,

She said.

That night,

Playing chess with you,

That's when I realized this could happen,

So really,

I should be thanking you.

He looked down,

His cheeks fleshing slightly,

And Ellie reached across the table to squeeze his hand.

You're going to do amazing things,

She said,

I know it.

Later that evening,

Ellie found herself back in her apartment,

Preparing for something she still couldn't quite believe was happening.

On her desk was a neatly written speech,

The words carefully chosen to reflect the journey she had been on.

Tonight,

She would be speaking at a TED conference,

Sharing the story of bright futures with an audience of thousands.

As she stood backstage,

Waiting for her turn to step into the spotlight,

A wave of nerves washed over her.

But then she thought about the boy,

About the chess game that had started it all,

And the countless connections that had grown from that single moment of kindness.

She thought about the mentors who had rediscovered their own sense of purpose through their program,

And the children who now had the tools to chase their dreams.

The announcer's voice called her name,

And Ellie stepped onto the stage.

The bright lights warming her face As she looked out at the sea of faces,

She felt the familiar flicker of doubt.

But it was different now.

It wasn't fear.

It was excitement.

She took a deep breath and began.

Six months ago,

I was lost,

She said.

Her voice steady.

I was just another cog in the machine going through the motions of a life that felt grey and meaningless.

I thought that was all there was for me.

But then,

One small moment changed everything.

She told them about the orphanage,

The boy,

The spark of inspiration that had ignited the program.

She talked about the challenges she had faced,

Her own self-doubt,

The fears that had almost stopped her from starting,

And how she had learned to let go of the limiting beliefs that had held her back for so long.

What I've learned,

She said,

Her voice growing stronger,

Is that the connections we make,

No matter how small,

Can change everything.

They can remind us of who we are,

Of what we're capable of,

And of the light we carry within us,

Even when we can't see it ourselves.

As she finished her speech,

The room erupted into applause.

Ellie stood there for a moment,

Her heart full,

As the realization washed over her.

She was no longer that lonely,

Invisible office worker.

She had found her place,

Her purpose,

And her light.

That night,

As she walked home,

Under the soft glow of city lights,

Ellie felt a profound sense of peace.

The warmth of the summer evening wrapped around her like a gentle embrace.

The scent of blooming flowers lingered in the air.

She thought about the life she had built,

The people she had met,

And the countless lives she had touched.

For the first time,

She didn't feel like a cog in the machine.

She felt whole,

Connected,

Alive.

As she reached her apartment,

She paused to look up at the sky,

Where stars shimmered faintly in the hazy summer night.

Somewhere out there,

She thought,

Other people were searching for their own light,

And maybe,

Just maybe,

Her story could help them find it.

Smiling to herself,

She turned and stepped inside,

The warmth of home wrapping around her like a soft,

Familiar embrace.