Zendaya’s POV
Sunday mornings at home always felt like a different world. No alarms. No rushing. No pressure sitting on your chest the moment your eyes opened—just peace.
When I woke up, sunlight slipped gently through the curtains, painting my room in soft gold. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I just lay there, breathing it in, this quiet, this stillness, this version of life that felt untouched by everything waiting for me back on campus.
My chest rose slowly. This was what peace felt like. And maybe that was why leaving today hurt before I had even packed my bags. I turned my head toward the clock. 8:43 AM.
A small smile touched my lips. Not too early. Not too late. Just right. I stretched under the blanket, my body still heavy with the kind of sleep I hadn’t had in weeks. At sch
