Dayo woke up before the alarm as usual but the morning was off.
For a few seconds, he stayed still, staring at the ceiling, his mind slow and heavy, like it hadn't fully returned to his body yet. The room was quiet. Too quiet. Morning light crept through the curtains, soft and indifferent.
He exhaled slowly.
On a normal morning he would jump up active ready to start the day.
But today was different-
Every part of him wanted to stay there.
Just lie down. Do nothing. Let the day pass without him.
It wasn't physical tiredness. His body was fine. Trained. Used to pressure. Used to pushing forward even when it hurt. This was different. This was the kind of weight that sat in his chest and made movement feel unnecessary.
Emotional fatigue.
He thought of Luna without meaning to.
The news. The silence. The unanswered call.
He had lived two lives and in one he never found love until now and screwed it.
