It's just past dawn when Christian stirs awake, his body still tired from the previous day's events. His eyes flutter open, and he realizes he's parched. Sitting up, he glances at the faint light seeping through the curtains, gauging it's still early. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and rubs his face, debating whether to get up or try to sleep a bit longer.
The slight pressure on his bladder makes the decision for him. Groaning softly, Christian stands and makes his way to the bathroom. The suite is silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Inside, he splashes some cold water on his face after relieving himself, hoping to shake off the grogginess. As he dries his hands, he catches his reflection in the mirror—dark circles faintly shadowing his eyes, a reminder of the long day he endured.
