The morning sunlight streams through my curtains, painting soft gold on the worn wooden floor of my apartment. I stretch under the covers, limbs heavy with sleep, heart light from last night. Theo's voice still lingers in my mind—low, warm, slightly teasing.
I roll over and check my phone. 7:42 AM. There's a message from Theo waiting for me.
I hope you don't forget to get ready before 10 AM.
I grin and type back:
i'm wide awake, thx for the reminder :D
I pull myself out of bed, still unsure of what to wear. After several false starts and standing half-dressed in front of the mirror with a growing pile of discarded outfits behind me, I stand in front of the standing mirror.
