*Michael*
I woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Shelby's peaceful face. For a moment, I just watched her sleep, the rise and fall of her chest hypnotic. The events of her and her friends getting stuck on that island sat heavily in my stomach.
Anything could’ve happened, I could’ve lost her. The thought alone threatened to send me into a spiral I didn’t think I’d recover from. I had to stop thinking about it. I needed a distraction.
Quietly slipping out of bed, I pulled on some gray sweatpants and padded to the kitchen. The clink of cutlery and the smell of coffee brewing soon filled the small space. I prepared a simple breakfast—nothing fancy, just toast with jam, scrambled eggs, and a piping hot cup of coffee with Shelby’s favorite creamer—the kind of comfort food that feels like a warm hug from your favorite relative.
