After a rather jovial evening of steak eating, potato mashing, and cake baking, we all turned in for the night in our rooms which had recently been used a rather miniscule amount. Sleeping on my own bed again felt fantastic, though I will not act as if I was asleep the entire time I was in my room.
I awoke before the sun had risen in the sky. The most faint glimmers of light had begun to emerge over the horizon. The room was somewhat warm, but thanks to the air conditioning item I spent a premium on obtaining, I am still comfortable.
I placed my bare feet against the hardwood of my floor and began to rise out of bed. A yawn emerged from my chest before I began my usual routine of morning stretches.
This entire process, having become a habit, was second nature for me to do as soon as I woke up. It's not as if I need to do this anymore since my stats are all absurdly high, but I still do it anyway despite this fact.
