As the morning sun burst through the tattered curtains of the cabin window, I buried my head under the duvet and groaned. "Bella, it's time to wake up!" Zayla's cheerful voice cut through the sleepiness as she cleared her throat, a giggle escaping her lips. I rolled onto my back, still groggy.
"I love you, Zayla, but I swear, I'll be a monster if you keep me from my beauty sleep," I muttered, half-asleep. But her giggles only grew louder. "Not a chance! Her parents won’t let us sleep in."
"I brought you coffee!" she chimed, and at that, I shot upright, the promise of caffeine igniting my senses. I snatched the steaming cup from her hands, inhaling the rich aroma before taking a long, satisfying sip. "This is amazing! How did you know exactly how I like it?" I asked, the warmth spreading
