ELYRA.
For the first time in weeks, I woke up the next morning without an alarm dragging me out of sleep. There was no rushing, no calls, no deadlines hanging over my head like a storm cloud. Everything felt just quiet.
I stretched lazily on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with a small smile. The mini display I had worked so hard on was finally done. It had taken everything in me—long nights, aching hands, skipped meals—but it was worth it.
Today, I wanted to give myself a break. Just one day.
“One day won’t kill you,” I muttered to myself, rolling onto my side. “You deserve it.”
Still, even as I tried to relax, my mind refused to completely shut down. It kept drifting back to the deals tied to those designs. They were really big deals—the kind that didn’t just pay bills but changed
