Abby
I wake up early the next morning, my body feeling surprisingly refreshed despite the events of the past few days. The room is bathed in a soft, golden light filtering through the curtains, and I can hear the gentle rustling of leaves outside the window.
With a yawn, I stretch my limbs, feeling the tension in my muscles from the ordeal slowly dissipate.
Tomorrow is Saturday, the day of the holiday party. My dress is hanging on the back of the bathroom door along with the mask, and I roll over, looking up at the way the fabric gleams in the golden rays of the morning sun.
But then, my thoughts from last night start to float back. I want to get back into training again, and I’m feeling better now.
So why not get started today?
Deciding to make the most of this peaceful morning, I
