April

Morning

The soft rays of sunlight streamed through the gap between the curtains, falling onto him like a warm duvet. As his eyes fluttered open, he begrudgingly adjusted to the morning sun. Groggily, he kicked the comforter off, swung his legs over the bed and sat up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It was a habit that he tried to stop doing but old habits did tend to die hard. To be fair though, he never was a morning person. But one look at the time and date and it was all the persuasion he could get to wake up as quickly as possible.