Chapter 85: Averting of a Plan
The sun, a persistent intruder, intruded upon Doctor Einstein's sleep like a naughty child tugging at its parent's sleeve.
The morning rays, bold and unapologetic, crept into the room, invading the sanctity of his slumber like a creeping vine.
"How dare you, sun?" Einstein grumbled, his eyes still heavy with the vestiges of sleep. "I was enjoying a well-deserved rest, and here you come, flaunting your radiant warmth and shoving it in my face."
The Doctor, aghast at the brazen disrespect of both sun and time, sprung from his bed like a startled gazelle, his eyes wild with disbelief.
The wall clock, a silent sentinel, stared back at him with the accusation of a disappointed parent.
"12:15??" Einstein exclaimed, his voice a mix of incredulity and mounting panic. "How in the name of all that is scientific did I sleep this late?"
