Elaris's POV
Monday mornings had started feeling different.
Not easy.
Just... familiar.
The soft chirping of birds drifted through the open window before my alarm had the chance to ring.
For a moment, I stayed where I was, staring at the ceiling while sunlight spilled across the bedroom floor.
Beside me, Linnea groaned from the air mattress she'd insisted on sleeping on instead of taking my bed.
"I don't want to go to work."
I laughed quietly.
She pulled the blanket over her face.
"I think weekends should be at least four days long."
"Then we'd complain about Mondays on Thursday."
She peeked out from beneath the blanket.
"...That's actually a fair point."
I smiled before carefully sitting up.
My hand instinctively rested against the gentle curve beneath my pajamas.
"Morning
