The gentle morning breeze whispered through the open window, rousing Zachary from his slumber. The digital clock on his bedside table glowed a steady "7:05 AM," marking the start of another day.
Despite having played over 90 grueling minutes in Liverpool's intense game against Brighton, he felt a surprising surge of energy coursing through his veins. The memory of his goal and two assists in his second game—and first start—for Liverpool the previous evening brought a contented smile to his lips. It was already promising to turn into a good Sunday morning, and he intended to savor it.
Zachary swung his legs out of bed, his muscles surprisingly supple despite the previous night's exertions. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over his spacious bedroom. He moved purposefully, his body slipping into the rhythm of his customary morning routine.
