The morning comes far sooner than I’d have liked. Phoebe’s gentle, yet instant voice pulls me from the depths of a restful sleep, and I groggily reply that I’m awake. The room is still dim, the soft light of dawn just beginning to filter through the curtains. Beside me, Lily stirs slightly but remains asleep, her breathing deep and even. I take a moment to watch her, her cheeks still flushed with the remnants of last night's excitement.

Carefully extricating myself from the bed, I slip into the bathroom and get ready for the day. The routine is familiar and grounding: a quick shower, brushing my teeth, and combing my hair. I dress quietly in a leotard, tights, and sneakers.

Once I’m ready, I gently wake Lily. “Morning, Baby,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She blinks sleepily at me, and suddenly sits up in a panic. Then seems to realize where she is, and mumbles, “Morning.” She stretches her little arms above her head. “Do you have ballet class today?”

“Mhmm,” I reply, helping her get out of bed and start getting ready. I dress her in a halter top, knee-length skirt, and her sneakers, and put her hair up in a ponytail.