Third Individual's POV
The next morning, the birds chirped, the wind blew softly through the trees. In Tyler's mansion, sunlight filtered through the window and illuminated the room. A soft smile rested on Tyler's face as he looked around at the familiar surroundings which he soon realized, he was home.
Tyler rolled on his stomach, eyes squinting from the light in the room. The soft rays of sunshine made the room glow as well. Tyler stretched his arms and sat upright, rubbing at his sleepy eyes.
He could still feel the rough bed sheets on the skin of his back and the warmth of his body pressed against his own. It was warm and cozy; he didn't want to move ever again. He felt peaceful and content, he wished he had stayed in that state of peace forever.
The smell of coffee and freshly baked bread filled Tyler's nostrils, making him smile. He turned over to look at the clock beside his head. The sun was barely up and it was only six in the morning, but he was already awake.