I woke up with light spilling softly through my curtains, the kind that makes you think the day is going to be good before you’ve even gotten out of bed. I stretched, still tangled in the blanket from last night, and then… realized something strange. My cheeks felt warm. My lips were curved.
I was smiling.
Had I fallen asleep like this? The thought made me want to laugh, because the only time I ever woke up smiling was on my birthday when I was eight and Dad surprised me with a kitten. But here I was, teeth still pressed together, my face already halfway to a grin before my brain was even awake.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.
I rolled out of bed, brushing my hair away from my face as I shuffled into the bathroom. The mirror confirmed it, I wasn’t imagining it. My reflection
