The following morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and the distant sound of Eric moving around the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the living room where I had crashed for the night.
Stretching out on the couch, I let out a deep sigh. My mind felt clearer, but the weight of everything that had happened still lingered.
Eric walked in, holding two mugs of coffee. He handed me one and sat across from me. "You sleep okay?"
I took a sip, letting the warmth settle in. "Yeah… better than I expected."
He nodded, watching me for a moment. "Today's a big day. You ready?"
I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. "Not really… but I guess that doesn't matter, does it?"
Eric smirked. "Nope. But you're doing it anyway."
I took a deep breath. "This still doesn't feel real," I muttered.
Eric chuckled. "Wait till you get to the airport."