The early morning light streamed through the curtains of our bedroom, casting a soft glow over the room. I could hear the faint hum of the city waking up outside, but inside, everything felt still and peaceful. It was a rare moment of quiet before the chaos of the day began. As I lay there, trying to savor the calm, my mind was already racing with the tasks ahead. The weight of the countdown pressed heavily on my chest, reminding me that every second was precious.
I turned to look at Yura, who was still asleep beside me. Even in sleep, she looked serene, her expression free of the worries that plagued me. I envied her ability to find peace in the midst of everything. I reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face, careful not to wake her. But Yura had always been a light sleeper.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a small, sleepy smile. "You're up early," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.
