The night was enjoyable. My bed was soft enough to where I didn't wake in the middle of the night and my room was a decent enough size to where I didn't feel claustrophobic, yet also felt cozy enough to sleep. If there's anything I can compliment the home designers in the capital of, it's their building design.
The sun peered through my window early in the morning and greeted me by shining its rays directly into my eyeballs, forcing me awake.
I don't think I got much sleep, but thanks to my Hikikomori mundane class, I don't need it. Four hours of sleep is more than enough for me, though I still wish I could have more.
As always, I began to stretch. I genuinely have no idea why I do this anymore. Maybe it's just the Japanese in me making me do my morning workout like workers do. Perhaps this is just a subconscious thing that makes me want to stay in shape since I used to be fat. Who knows?
