TAYLOR
The morning sun cast a beautiful display of pink and gold across the sky as I reluctantly woke up. The restless thoughts from the previous night had led to a troubled sleep, leaving me feeling a bit under the weather. As I opened my eyes, I realized that Vladimir was still there.
The aroma of breakfast filled the air, bringing with it a sense of warmth and familiarity. I pushed myself up and looked around the cozy cottage, half-expecting the events of the previous day to be a figment of my imagination. But there he was: Vladimir, sitting at the rustic wooden table, engrossed in conversation with Nonna.
His presence felt intrusive, disrupting the delicate balance I had carefully established on this island. I hesitated for a moment before joining them. "Good morning," I mumbled, de
