I opened my eyes to a pale morning light filtering through my window. The birds chirped in the distance, the forest peaceful and quiet. Most days, that would be enough to settle me. But not today. Today, I felt restless, like I was waiting for something to happen, yet knowing it never would.
With a sigh, I threw on a sweater and padded down to the kitchen. Mom was already at the stove, stirring a pot of oatmeal, the familiar scent filling the room.
“Good morning, Lyra,” she said with a warm smile. “You look… distracted.”
I plopped down at the table, sighing as I swirled my fingers in the leftover dew on the table. “I am distracted. Or, actually… just bored. It’s been the same routine every day. I want something new.”
She chuckled, giving me an understanding look. “What are you thinking
