Caleb woke up with the sun poking through his window, acting like a natural alarm clock. Rubbing his eyes, he let out a yawn that could probably wake up the entire street. Man, mornings weren't his thing, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
First things first. He stretched like he was trying to reach the sky. Arms up, back cracking–a real symphony of joints popping. Then, he shuffled to the sink and splashed water on his face to shake off the remnants of sleep. Let me tell you, it's a crucial step; otherwise, you'll be walking around like a zombie all day.
The room, if you could even call it that, was more like a wooden box with a roof. No fancy stuff–just the basics. So, after the face wash routine, he gave the place a quick tidy-up. You know, push the messy stuff under the bed–out of sight, out of mind.
With that, Caleb geared up for whatever the day had in store. Mornings might not be his best friend, but a good start to the day is crucial!
