As a bright new morning woke Daniel up, he rubbed his eyes sleepily, his fingers inadvertently brushing against the strands of his messy hair.
The events of the previous night had left him restless, the remnants of his pleasures clinging to his thoughts like cobwebs.
He shuffled across the room, his steps muffled by the plush carpet beneath his feet.
As he glanced out the window, the vibrant hues of the morning sky greeted him, a canvas painted with shades of pink, orange, and gold.
The world outside seemed to beckon him, and for a moment, he forgot the weight of his goal.
With a sigh, he turned away from the window.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, drawing him towards the kitchen.
As he entered, his mother stood by the counter, a warm smile on her face as she prepared breakfast.
"Morning, dear," she greeted, her voice infused with a gentle playfulness.
