Amethyst's POV
I woke up much earlier than usual that day, the soft light of dawn filtering through my window. The whispers of the morning beckoned me to rise, and I couldn't help but feel excited about what was planned for the day ahead.
After stretching and shaking off the remnants of sleep, I ventured into the kitchen to whip up something delicious for breakfast for us. I quickly cooked up a few hearty meals and packed them neatly in lunch boxes, making sure everything was just right.
Once I finished, I moved on to the next task—waking up Amara. I tiptoed into her room and spoke softly, "Hey."
"Amy? Isn't it too early?" she mumbled, still trapped in the throes of sleep, her eyes barely open.
I smiled at her sleepy face and replied, "We’re going to the beach to watch the sunrise."
