Sophia’s P.O.V

The room was still dim, with only streaks of morning sunlight cutting through the curtain gaps, dancing softly across the floor, as I slipped silently out of bed. I watched my twins, Sara and Tara, still curled up on my bed, tangled in the sheets, their soft breaths rising and falling in that peaceful rhythm only sleep brings. I didn’t want to wake them. Not yet. They looked so serene, and for once, there was no tension in the air, no plots to worry about, no secrets ...