Enjoying the Day
The morning sun pierced through the thin curtains, falling on Ethan's tired eyes. He squinted as he rose from bed, feeling the weight of his restless night clinging to him like a cold sweat. In his dreams, the haunting memories of his sister's death swirled around him, chasing him into wakefulness. Shaking off the remnants of sleep, Ethan joined his friends downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning, Ethan!" Rachel greeted him with a warm smile as she passed by, her energy infectious. "Ready for another day in Winston?"
"Uh, yeah," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just need some coffee first."
Ethan reached for a plate and clumsily piled on some bacon and eggs. The plate trembled in his hands, and before he could react, his breakfast slipped right onto the floor. Rachel gasped, Ryan snickered, and Ethan felt his cheeks burn as he mumbled an apology to the innkeeper.