The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of my small home, casting delicate patterns on the floor. I stirred from bed slowly, the ache in my limbs a reminder of the recent events.
My body still felt sore, as if it hadn't quite recovered from the strain of everything that had happened.
I stared up at the ceiling for a moment, taking deep breaths. The world felt quieter now, but the memories churned in my mind like a storm that refused to settle. "Just get through today," I muttered to myself.
With a grunt, I forced myself to sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My body protested the movement, a sharp reminder that while my mind might be ready, my muscles weren't quite there yet.
Everything hurt, from my shoulders to my legs, and a headache throbbed dully at my temples. It would take time to heal fully, but time was a luxury I didn't seem to have.