Morning came quietly.
No noise. No rush. Just that thin ray light slipping through the curtains before the sun fully decided to show itself.
Dayo was already awake.
Not the kind of awake that comes from rest. The other kind. The one where sleep ends before it's done with you.
He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. One arm behind his head, the other resting across his chest. Still. Listening to nothing.
His mind didn't jump immediately.
It didn't replay everything the way it had the night before.
It just… sat.
Heavy.
Present.
Waiting.
He exhaled once, slow, then swung his legs off the bed.
No hesitation after that.
Movement.
That was the only way through mornings like this.
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The air outside was cool, almost sharp against his skin.
Empty streets. A few early cars. The distant hum of a city not fully awake yet.
Dayo started running.
No music. No distraction.
Just rhythm.
