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Her phone alarm shrieked for the third time, a banshee’s cry tearing through her skull. With one half-open eye she reached blindly across the coffee table, swatting at the glowing rectangle until the noise finally died. The screen’s sharp light stabbed at her vision, forcing her to squeeze her eyes shut again like a vampire recoiling from daylight.

“Oh, perfect… Monday,” she muttered, voice raw with disdain.

Did she party too hard last night? Hardly. No crowded bars, no strobe lights, no hangover. Just her, sprawled across the couch, binging yet another serial killer documentary until sleep ambushed her. And now here it was again: Monday, slinking back into her life like some relentless ex that never quite got the hint.

Plans for the week? Study. Collect a few achievements because why not. And, naturally, dodge the bullets life always seemed eager to fire her way.

“And maybe… just maybe…” the thought lingered for a beat, daring to bloom into something almost hopeful.

She exhaled a laugh.
“Nah. That’s not going anywhere.”