I wake up too early.
Not the calm kind of early. The kind where your body wakes up before your mind agrees to it. My eyes open and I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, like something is already waiting for me.
Sunny is sprawled across my legs. Heavy. Warm. Completely unbothered.
I tap his side lightly. “You’re suffocating me.”
He doesn’t move.
Of course.
I let out a breath and stare at my phone on the nightstand.
I don’t pick it up immediately.
I already know what I’m going to do.
I’m going to check if he texted.
I hate that I know that.
I reach for it anyway.
Nothing.
No missed calls. No messages. Just… quiet.
My chest tightens a little. Not dramatic. Just enough to notice.
“It’s morning,” I mutter to myself. “Relax.”
Sunny stretches, yawns, then finally gets off me l
