She woke up to the sound of waves in the distance and the scent of coconut driftwood floating through her open window. The air was warm but gentle, and for the first time all week—she wasn’t in a rush.
This was her reset day.
She wrapped herself in a lightweight striped cardigan, loose and soft, and slipped into neutral palazzo pants that felt more like pajamas than anything else. Her coastal white top was just structured enough to make her feel put together—but still completely effortless.
Coffee in hand, she walked barefoot across the patio, letting her playlist drift through the kitchen while she refreshed the space around her. Her favorite driftwood mirror caught the morning light just right. A shell-shaped candle flickered quietly beside her favorite paperback, and coastal blue-striped towels were draped over a woven chair near the door—waiting for the next slow afternoon.
She wasn’t dressing for anyone but herself today. A flowy maxi dress hung nearby in case she felt like wandering down to the boardwalk later. But for now? She was content. Breezy layers, calm energy, a quiet morning that reminded her how much she needed this.