existed beneath the layers of his soft blankets, a slow awakening accompanied by the muted songs of dawn. The first rays of morning sunlight gently filtered through his half-drawn curtains, casting a warm, golden hue on the walls of his room. Outside, the world embraced a serene quietude, the air carrying the whispers of the Italian breeze as it meandered through the rustling leaves.
His eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes adjusting to the delicate interplay of light and shadow. The room itself seemed to breathe, exhaling the stillness of the night and inhaling the promise of a new day. As Ray stretched, the cotton sheets clung to him like a reluctant lover, resisting the parting embrace of sleep and urging him to return to his sleep.
