Kaya
I peel my eyes open slowly, reluctantly, as if I've been asleep for ages and only now it's time to return to the world.
Perhaps that's why it takes me a while to simply lie there, staring blankly at the white ceiling above. My mind feels blissfully empty, my body impossibly heavy, as though every muscle has forgotten how to move. I let myself linger in that stillness, savoring the quiet weightlessness of nothingness.
Until the silence shatters—like glass struck by stone—jerking me out of my fragile serenity.
"Kaya, you're up!"
The voice makes me flinch. For a moment, I'm not sure if I'm fully awake or still tangled in some dreamlike haze. But I know that voice. I know who it belongs to.
"Sam?"
