Anna
The sky had already turned brighter, the sun fully out, the cool morning air no longer as sharp. My neck had felt stiff from lying on the grass, and I had stretched, still half-asleep.
The thought didn't fully register but the alarm kept ringing.
I frowned, pressing my fingers to my temple, forcing my brain to cooperate.
The last thing I remembered was the terrace. The garden. The soft glow of early morning light. David lying beside me as we watched the sky change. We had walked back inside together quietly, without much conversation. The house had still been asleep, the silence stretching between us, and then I had come to my room.
At least I hadn't completely embarrassed myself.
Still, a hint of discomfort lingered.
I didn't remember if I had said anything stupid. Or if I ha
