"In the Dark"

Chapter 18: The Missing Piece

Morning had broken, casting a warm glow over the city. The sun peeked through the blinds, illuminating my room with a soft, golden light. But I didn't have time to appreciate its beauty. Time was never on my side, especially on days like today.

I woke up with a start, my alarm blaring in my ear. I quickly silenced it and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I'd woken up extra early today, determined to get everything right. No room for mistakes. My mind was already racing with the tasks ahead.

As I stepped into the crisp morning air, the birds outside my window seemed to chorus in unison, "Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Their melodic chirps felt like a gentle prod, urging me to move faster. I smiled wryly; even nature was reminding me that time was ticking.

I began my morning run, pounding the pavement with a steady rhythm. The cool breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers, invigorating my senses. But my mind remained focused on the day's agenda.

After my run, I rushed through my routines, my movements practiced and efficient. I showered, dressed, and styled my hair in record time. Today called for my lucky colors – I needed every ounce of good fortune on my side.

I stood before my closet, deliberating on the perfect outfit. My eyes scanned the array of clothes, settling on a sleek black pantsuit with a vibrant red blouse. Red's always been my lucky color; it brings me confidence and success. I paired it with black heels and a statement silver necklace.

As I slipped on my jacket, the mirror reflected a poised, professional woman. My hair was tied back in a neat bun, revealing elegant silver earrings. A spritz of my favorite perfume, and I was ready to take on the day.

I grabbed my bag, checking its contents for what felt like the hundredth time. Everything's in order – phone, wallet, keys, and those crucial documents for my meeting.

As I stood by the doorway, I couldn't resist checking on Tara before leaving for work. I had a busy day ahead, but a quick peek at my cuz was a must.

I pushed open Tara's door, and a warm smile spread across my face. There she was, fast asleep and looking absolutely adorable.

The room was peaceful, filled with the gentle sound of Tara's breathing. I scanned the space, taking in the familiar sight.

One pillow had slipped to the floor, and the bed sheet was half-off – a chaotic touch that made me chuckle. "Tara hasn't changed a bit," I thought, shaking my head affectionately.

Tara's beauty shines even in sleep. Her face was relaxed, her features soft. A strand of hair had fallen across her cheek, and I felt an overwhelming urge to gently brush it back.

I stepped inside, my movements quiet to avoid disturbing Tara. My touch was soft as I brushed the hair from her face. Tara stirred slightly but didn't wake, her gentle breathing uninterrupted.

My heart swelled with love for my cousin. In moments like these, I cherished our connection.

I pulled out a pen and paper from my bag and scribbled a quick note.

"Hey cuz, had to rush to work. Take care, okay? Food's in the fridge. Stay safe. See you later."

I folded the paper neatly and placed it under the other pillow, knowing Tara would find it easily there.

With a final glance at Tara's serene face, I turned to leave, closing the door softly behind me. Now, I could focus on my busy day ahead.

As I emerged into the morning light outside, the air wrapped around me, refreshing my senses. I juggled my car keys, approaching my trusty vehicle.