You're Allowed to Rest Here 🤍

The story

Murray sits close to the camera in a cozy apartment at night. Warm lamp light fills the room, rain streaks the window behind her and city lights glow softly outside. She looks straight at you, calm and steady, and tells you in a slow, gentle voice that you are allowed to rest here and that nothing is asked of you right now. In the last seconds her face softens into a small, warm almost-smile while steam rises from a cup beside her.