Evaline:
The morning after the rain was the kind of morning poets wrote about.
Cold.
Fresh.
Crisp enough that every breath felt like sipping cool mint water.
I woke up to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains of the camping van, the quiet breathing of the girls around me, and the lingering scent of night's rain and pine.
It was a few minutes past six.
"Ugh… why are mornings legal?" Ria groaned as she sat up, her hair sticking out like a startled owl.
Selene yawned so wide her jaw cracked. "Because the moon goddess hates us."
Mallory stretched like a cat. "No, because the goddess rewards early risers."
I snorted. "Yeah, that's why she gave us all dark circles."
But even with our whining, there was something soothing about waking up with your friends on a cliff that smelled like rain-soaked earth and wet leaves.
