rafaeal-50281505 @rafaeal-50281505
I woke up in the middle of a dreamless night to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, my toes wiggling under the blanket as it slipped down towards my ankles. My fingers combed through my unruly locks, tangled from a long day of being at the office. The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the wisps of golden blonde that framed my face like a halo.
I got dressed in the quickest outfit I could find – a pair of comfortable shorts and a white t-shirt. My feet carried me to the kitchen where a steaming cup of coffee awaited me, accompanied by a note from my best friend reminding me about our brunch plans today.
As I took a sip of the still-hot coffee, memories began flooding back - memories of late nights spent with friends, of lazy Sundays lounging in bed, of early morning wake-up calls for job interviews. It's funny how quickly one can lose track of time when life gets busy. But as I stood there sipping my coffee and staring out the window at the sun-drenched sky, something inside me stirred.
