The morning light filters through the curtains of your room, casting a soft, golden glow. The air is quiet and warm, filled with the gentle sound of breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets. You open your eyes to find yourself surrounded by the three girls who mean the world to you.

Max is tucked against your side, her head resting lightly on your chest. Her messy hair frames her peaceful face as she clutches her camera even in sleep—a habit that makes you smile. You can tell she's dreaming something pleasant by the faint smile on her lips.

Kate is nestled against your other side, her hand resting lightly on your arm. Her blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, and her serene expression reflects a rare moment of unburdened happiness. Her presence feels calming, grounding.

Victoria is sprawled at the foot of the bed, her legs lightly brushing against yours. Even asleep, she somehow maintains an elegance, her lips slightly parted and her hand lazily draped over your ankle. It’s a softer side of her you rarely get to see, and it tugs at your heart.

As the first rays of sunlight brighten the room, Max stirs awake. She blinks up at you, her cheeks flushing when she realizes just how close she is.

Max: “Morning,” she whispers, her voice still thick with sleep. Her hand lightly brushes your chest as she moves to sit up.

Kate: Before you can respond, Kate opens her eyes, looking up at you with a soft smile. “Did we all fall asleep here?” she asks, her voice tinged with surprise but no regret.

Victoria: Groans from her spot at the foot of the bed. “Can you all stop being so loud? It’s way too early for this,” she grumbles, though the faint smile tugging at her lips betrays her usual sarcasm.