SERENA'S POV
Sleep can feel like a secret doorway out of everything.
For a few hours, your mind lets go. Of the hurt. Of the pain. No overthinking, no heaviness sitting on your chest.
No replaying the things you wish you could change. Just serenity. Maybe even dreams that feel softer than real life, like your mind is trying to be kind to you for once.
Then morning comes and just like that, everything starts to flood in.
Slow and painful.
You remember who they were to you and not just the fact that they are gone. You remember the way their voices were what kept you going on the hardest of days.
The family dinners.
Random conversations.
The sweet nothings that seemed useless then but now feel priceless.
That kind of waking up feels… heavier than just pain. It carries guilt attached to it.
