Time to make our move
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the deserted beach as Blake stirred from his restless slumber. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, mingling with the gentle rustle of palm trees in the ocean breeze.
Something felt off, a nagging sense of unease that gnawed at Blake's subconscious as he struggled to shake off the remnants of sleep. Memories from earlier that day flooded his mind, a whirlwind of emotions and long-buried recollections that left him feeling raw and vulnerable.
With a heavy sigh, Blake pushed himself out of bed and padded downstairs to the living room of the sprawling condo. His bare feet whispered against the cool tile floor as he made his way to the fridge, a familiar sense of déjà vu washing over him.