Morning light crept slowly across the hardwood floor, cutting through the space in soft, golden stripes. The rain had finally stopped, leaving everything outside fresh and glistening.
Hannah stirred first. She'd fallen asleep on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that smelled faintly of mint and cinnamon. For a moment, she wasn't sure what had woken her — then she heard it.
The soft clatter of dishes from the kitchen.
She smiled, eyes still half closed. "You know, guests aren't supposed to make breakfast."
Emma's voice floated back. "Good thing I'm not a guest anymore."
Hannah sat up, laughter spilling into the quiet. Emma appeared in the doorway, holding two mugs of coffee and wearing the same easy grin she always had when she was pretending not to care too much.
"I didn't know what you liked," Emma said. "So I guessed. Probably wrong."
Hannah took a sip and smiled. "You guessed right."
They settled by the window again, the one that caught the morning light just right. Outside, the street was waking — a delivery truck passing, a jogger on the corner, the smell of rain lifting off the pavement.
Emma leaned back, stretching. "You ever think about how weird it is that the world just keeps moving? Like nothing happened?"
Hannah looked over at her, thoughtful. "Yeah. But I think that's what makes mornings like this feel so rare."
Emma nodded. "Then let's not waste it."
Hannah reached out, brushing her fingers over Emma's hand. "I wasn't planning to."
The world beyond their window moved on — ordinary and steady — but for them, everything had shifted.