The morning came slower than usual, the way some mornings do when your mind is already racing before your feet hit the floor. I lay in bed for a long while, letting the sunlight spill softly through the curtains, watching the dust particles dance in the air. My hand rested on my stomach, feeling the small life inside me move, gentle reminders that everything was changing.
I didn’t rush. Not today. The phone could wait. Emails could wait. Even Daniel could wait, though I knew he wouldn’t let them.
By the time I finally got up, I dressed in a simple, soft cream blouse and navy skirt, the kind that made me feel put together without trying too hard. Nothing flashy. Nothing that would call attention. Just me, trying to navigate this new life without tripping over the weight of everyone else’s
