My eyes opened, the sunlight spilling softly through the curtains. Another day. Another morning with the same fluttering, restless feeling in my chest. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering haze of sleep, and sat up slowly.

Getting out of bed, I went through my usual morning motions—shower, brushing my hair, picking out clothes. Even these small tasks felt automatic, like my body knew the routine better than my mind did. I chose something simple today, not too bright, not too attention-grabbing. Something that would help me blend in.