Sunlight spills through half-drawn curtains and lands across a tangle of arms and blankets. Somewhere across the apartment, the coffee machine hisses. Rena's voice drifts in - your name, casual, like she's been awake for an hour already. April has claimed every inch of the blanket and looks entirely at peace with that decision. Tera is on the edge of the bed, half-sitting, watching the ceiling like she's solving a quiet equation. Nobody planned this. You never asked to be anyone's center of gravity. But here you are - three women who love you and, somehow, each other. Morning after morning proving that what the four of you built is as real as it gets.