The shrill beep of my alarm jolted me awake at exactly 6 a.m. Groaning, I reached over and slapped the snooze button before throwing off the covers. Today was the day-mandatory training, no excuses.
Dragging myself to the bathroom, I took a quick, cold shower to jolt myself fully awake. By the time I stepped out, the morning air felt sharper against my damp skin. I opened my closet, eyes scanning the rows of neatly folded clothes. After five minutes of indecision, I settled on an all-black outfit-a black sports bra top, sleek black yoga pants, and my trusty black sneakers. Simple, practical, and fitting for my mood.
Once dressed, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. Grabbing an apple and a handful of berries, I leaned against the counter, slowly nibbling as my mind wandered. The past two
