Samira's POV
I woke up much later than I meant to.
The room still carried the faint, rhythmic echo of last night. It was not the music itself, but the lingering feeling of it, the kind that settles deep in your chest even when the rest of the world has gone quiet. I stayed on my back for a long time, staring at the ceiling and letting the silence anchor me.
My head did not hurt, which was a genuine surprise given the noise and the heat.
My phone sat on the nightstand, face down, as if it had been waiting for me to find the courage to touch it. I reached for it slowly and turned it over. The screen lit up instantly, blinded by the morning light. Messages were stacked one over the other. Names I knew and names I barely cared about were all trying to say something about last night.
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