Ayla's POV
The sunlight slipped through the curtains soft and warm. I stirred first feeling the quiet hum of the hotel room and the familiar sound of Mira humming her morning tune getting ready for work
That was her always the first to wake up yet somehow always getting ready in a way that made the world pause while I dragged my feet and ran late
I moved slowly stretching and squinting at the light still half-dreaming. My phone beeped softly and I glanced at the screen already running behind. Panic shot through me and I jumped out of bed
I pulled on a shirt quickly and made my way to the bathroom. Mira was already moving around humming a tune I did not recognize brushing her hair with that effortless precision she always had. Somehow she always looked composed even when the world was rushing around her
"Morning my love" I mumbled trying to sound awake
"Morning" she replied without looking up flipping a towel over her shoulder "You look like death warmed over"
