Wings of Tomorrow

(One year later)

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across Colin's room. The warmth tickled her face, and she groaned softly, rolling onto her side.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, she stared at the ceiling in a haze. Then it hit her.

She bolted upright.

"Oh no, I'm late!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in panic.

Throwing off her blankets, she leapt out of bed and dashed toward the bathroom, her feet thudding lightly against the cold floor. She quickly scrubbed her face and brushed her teeth, the cold water jolting her fully awake. 

Without wasting a moment, she hopped into the bathtub, letting the warm water cascade over her.

She hurriedly washed, her mind racing, and by the time she stepped out, her cheeks were steamy and her hair damp.