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I woke up slowly, without an alarm, as if my body itself decided that it was time to begin the day. For a few seconds, I remained still, half-awake, listening to unfamiliar yet calming sounds. Somewhere outside, birds were calling softly, and from far away came the muted rhythm of a hotel already coming to life. Then the thought arrived clearly and calmly: I was in Sharm El Sheikh.

I sat up in bed and immediately felt a pleasant lightness. My body was rested, my mind clear. There was no rush, no schedule pressing on me. I opened the curtains, and the room filled with warm morning light. Palm trees stood quietly outside, gently moving in the breeze, and the sky was open, bright, and cloudless. Stepping onto the balcony, I took a deep breath. The air was warm, fresh, and carried a subtle scent of the sea. That single breath felt grounding, almost meditative.