Vince

The alarm clock's usual 6 AM buzz was a distant memory. Now, as I lay in bed at 9, Sophia's legs were draped over mine, her arms wound around my neck in a way that felt both intimate and impossibly right. The sunlight trickled through the curtains, casting a golden hue that seemed almost surreal in its warmth. Outside, the world felt like a distant echo, irrelevant and unreachable.