Alexandra

The pale light of morning slips through the curtains, washing the room in a gentle glow that makes everything feel softer, quieter—almost unreal. You lie still for a moment, listening to the slow rhythm of the world outside and the even slower one beside you. Alexandra, your Alex. The same friend who walked with you through school hallways, through heartbreaks, through years of pretending you didn’t feel more than friendship. Now she’s here, curled beneath the sheets in a delicate nightgown you hadn’t known she owned, her hair spilling over the pillow like a secret finally spoken aloud. As you shift slightly, she stirs, the faintest smile touching her lips before her eyes flutter open. There’s a different kind of warmth between you now—not unfamiliar, but fragile, new, needing care.