~FIORELLA~The morning comes quietly.I wake before my alarm.My eyes open slowly, not with panic, not with fear… but with awareness and control.For a few seconds, I lie still, staring at the ceiling, feeling my breathing….steady, even, mine.No racing pulse, no trembling hands, no nightmare clinging to my skin.Just… silence and strength.A slow breath leaves me as I sit up, pushing the covers away. My body feels… grounded. Like every piece of me has returned to its rightful place overnight.Last night happened…..the fear, the crack, the weakness.But it doesn’t own me.It never will.“I’m fine,” I say under my breath, and this time… I mean it.I swing my legs over the bed and stand with no hesitation, and no lingering.I walk straight into the bathroom.The water runs hot against my skin, steady and controlled, just the way I like it.I stand under the shower longer than usual, letting it wash everything away, not just sweat or sleep, but the remnants of yes
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