The morning sun crept through the blinds, its golden rays landing directly on Liam's face. He groaned, rolling over before finally giving in and sitting up.
His hair stuck out in every direction, and he rubbed his eyes before heading to the bathroom to wash up.
The cold splash of water on his face did wonders to wake him up, and within minutes, he was dressed and ready for his daily run. He laced up his sneakers, stretched briefly at the door, and stepped outside into the crisp morning air.
The faint sound of birds chirping filled the quiet neighbourhood as he started jogging at a steady pace.
His thoughts drifted as his feet hit the pavement, moving rhythmically. He glanced around, noticing familiar sights—the park bench he always passed, the corner store with its faded awning—but there was one notable absence.
The woman with the yappy, annoying dog was nowhere to be seen.
