-Julien Grayson:
A week later:
Morning light slipped softly through the curtains of my room, painting the walls in pale gold. I stirred slowly beneath the blankets, blinking against the brightness as I listened to the quiet sounds of the house waking up. Somewhere downstairs, I could hear the faint clatter of dishes and the low murmur of voices.
For a moment, I stayed where I was, staring up at the ceiling.
Monday.
Another week of university.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I pushed the blankets aside and swung my legs off the bed. The wooden floor was cool beneath my feet as I stretched my arms above my head, letting out a quiet yawn.
The past week had gone… surprisingly fast.
Better than I expected.
Classes were interesting, the professors were kind, and Maren and her boyfriend had made it easy to settle in. I wasn't completely lost anymore. I knew which buildings held my classes, which hallways connected the studios, and where to get coffee when I needed it.
