The rays of the blinding sun seeped in through the window, casting its invigorating heat onto the bed, causing drops of perspiration to form on the skin of the sleeping boy. The boy tossed and turned, trying his best to subconsciously shield from the sunlight, all to no avail.
The bed was positioned right next to the window, aligned with the wall, facing the entirety of the heat source's might. His tracksuit was soon drenched by the sweat, sticking to his body, making him feel uncomfortable.
The sensation was irritating to the extreme, soon breaking his sleep. Jyorta woke up, arriving at a seated posture, rubbing his temples. His fingers felt the moisture coating his skin, mixed with salt granules that had condensed over time.
