Eggs, Toast and Awkward Texts

Katherine stirred awake, her body heavy with the sluggishness of interrupted sleep. Blinking groggily, she realized she had dozed off in her room with the TV still on. The soft glow of the screen cast muted, flickering lights across the walls, the faint hum of a late-night sitcom now replaced by the infomercials of the early morning.

Katherine released a yawn as she turned the TV off.

The golden light of the morning sun seeped in through the partially drawn curtains, bathing the room in a warm, gentle hue. The quietness of the Monday morning was almost oppressive, broken only by the faint chirping of birds outside. It was the kind of peace that felt more like an echo of emptiness rather than a source of comfort. Katherine sighed as the weight of solitude settled over her, a hollow ache stirring in her chest despite the serenity of the moment.