Jessa

I woke up before my alarm.

That never happened.

Usually my body fought mornings like they were a personal attack—snoozing the alarm three times, bargaining with myself for five more minutes, mentally preparing for the armor I’d need to get through the day. But this morning, my eyes opened easily, the soft gray light filtering through my curtains, and instead of dread, there was… calm.

For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling fan as it turned lazily ...