The kitchen was alive with the sound of Chris’s laughter, bouncing off the walls as I chased him around the island counter. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of dew-kissed grass drifting in through the open window. The soft, golden glow of the rising sun bathed the room in a warm, inviting light.
I felt a surge of energy coursing through me, a stark contrast to the lethargy that plagued me the past few days. I wasn’t completely back to my usual self, but what the doctor prescribed seemed to be helping, and I was determined not to let my lingering nausea get the better of me. With a burst of speed, I caught up to Chris, my fingers dancing over his sides, eliciting peals of laughter from him.
“Hey, no fair!” Chris protested, trying to squirm away from my tickling. “I gave you a present, and you’re being mean!”
I grinned, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “This is payback for you jumping on me this morning.”