The next day came with a blazing sunrise from the east. The light crept up and heat up Lyon's cheeks without mercy. His eyelids twitched before he opened his squinted eyes while yawning. He sat up— while yawning once more —and looked to the sides of the bed.
"Damn it," said Lyon the first thing in the morning. "They're such early birds."
Lyon got off the bed before going for the window and threw the curtain open as if he owned the place. The flash of the sun blinded his eyes for a few seconds before he regained his vision back.
"Oh wait, it's already noon?" Lyon looked up at the sky and the sun was happily settling. "Honestly, this First Heaven and the Mortal World has no significant difference at all."
Lyon let out a sigh, "I guess I better start going."
