ARIA
The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual, already alert and ready for the day ahead.
The sun streamed through my curtains, warm and steady, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to simply lie there and breathe. My body still carried the tiredness of the previous day, but my spirit felt lighter. Every new morning felt like a small victory lately, proof that I was still standing and still still moving forward.
"I missed you so much, Luca," I said, turning to the ray of light from the window.
By the time I arrived at the studio, I was fully dressed, composed, and grounded.
I stood outside for a moment before going in, letting my eyes roam over the building. It's been almost a month. Just a little over three weeks, and yet it felt like I had been here for years. The growth
