-Elizabeth-
The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a golden haze across my cluttered apartment. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as I languidly reclined on my couch, the remnants of last night's Netflix binge still playing in my mind. Just as I was gearing up for another round of scrolling through social media—my adult version of breakfast in bed—my phone buzzed mercilessly on the coffee table.
I groaned and reached for it, convinced it was another work email asking about the whereabouts of that last project I'd misplaced somewhere between a yoga class and a wine tasting. But as I squinted at the screen, I saw Harper's name illuminating my morning, and suddenly, all thoughts of work vanished.
"Harper! I can barely let my eyes open to see your glorious fac
