The morning sun peeked through the canopy of trees, casting a warm, golden light across the campsite. Birds chirped cheerfully, welcoming the new day.
Lucy stirred, blinking her eyes open and smiling as she found herself nestled in Tom's arms. The previous night's laughter and camaraderie still lingered in the air, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and joy.
She nudged Tom gently, whispering, "Time to wake up, sleepyhead. We have fish to catch."
Tom groaned softly, but his eyes fluttered open. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, pulling her closer for a quick kiss. "Ready to catch some fish?"
"Absolutely," Lucy replied, her excitement bubbling over. They slipped out of the sleeping bag and began to gather their fishing gear, their movements brisk and efficient.
Around the campsite, the others were also beginning to stir. Harry and Jade emerged from their tent, stretching and yawning as they exchanged sleepy smiles.
