I trudged upstairs, letting the weight of the day hang heavy on my shoulders. Each step felt like a countdown, slower and slower, until I reached my room. The door clicked shut behind me, and I exhaled, letting the stillness soak into my bones.
I sank onto my bed, my fingers grazing over the cool sheets as I lay back. My eyes fluttered shut, and finally, finally, I drifted, surrendering to the pull of sleep.
The past washed over me like a wave, vivid and unrelenting. I was back there, standing in the hazy light of memories I thought I'd left behind. Faces I hadn’t seen in years, voices I’d almost forgotten, all came rushing back. I saw the laughter, the promises, the moments that had shaped who I was. Every word, every glance, every touch replayed itself, blurring together like a reel of
