I woke up, nervous. I don't know why, but my heart beat faster, like I'd been running my entire sleep. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across the room. The familiar sound of the waves crashing against the shore, usually so comforting, did little to calm my racing heart.
I sat up in bed, trying to shake off the anxiety that seemed to cling to me like a second skin. The room was filled with a quiet serenity, the soft rustle of the curtains in the gentle breeze a stark contrast to the turmoil in my chest. The worn wooden floorboards creaked slightly as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet touching down on the cool surface.
As I stood up, my eyes fell on the picture of Drew and me on the bedside table. It was in a simple, weather
