The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, stabbing my eyes like it had a personal vendetta against me. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in the pillow. Maybe if I ignored the world long enough, it would disappear.
Unfortunately, my alarm had other plans. The shrill sound shattered the last remnants of sleep, and I slapped the snooze button with a vengeance.
“Alright, alright, I’m up,” I muttered to no one, dragging myself out of bed.
I stumbled into the bathroom, the tiles cold against my bare feet as I flicked on the harsh overhead light. Big mistake. My reflection stared back at me like a ghost haunting its own house. My hair was an absolute disaster—frizzy, matted, and defying gravity in places it really shouldn’t. Dark circles clung under my eyes like I hadn’t
