I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. I groaned and reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. It was a text from my friend, asking if I wanted to go out for drinks

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. I groaned and reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. It was a text from my friend, asking if I wanted to go out for drinks tonight.I rubbed my eyes and sat up, stretching my arms above my head. As I did so, something caught my eye - a picture on the nightstand next to me. It was a photo of me and some friends from college, taken at a party last year. In it, we were all smiling and laughing - except for one person in the back corner who looked like they were trying to hide behind their drink.I picked up the picture and examined it more closely. The woman in the photo had long blonde hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her face perfectly. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she grinned at whoever was taking the picture - me? My friend? The photographer?I couldn't help but smile at how carefree she looked in that moment - like nothing could bring her down or ruin her good mood. And then I realized why she looked so familiar - it was me! That night had been one of the best nights of my life, and this photo captured that feeling perfectly.As I put down the picture and got out of bed, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this memory - proof that even when things seem darkest, there's always a glimmer of hope waiting just around the corner.