There is something that I find comfortable about waking up in nature. I don't know what specifically about it I like, but be it the brisk, chilly wind on my face or the birds chirping, when I awoke the following morning, I felt fully rested and relaxed.
Sitting up on the branch I had made my bed for the night, I noticed the sun cresting over the horizon, and with a glance at my display panel, I knew it was a little after 8:00 am and that I had only been asleep for four hours at most.
'Gotta love 6C bodies; the amount of rest you get by sleeping is at least triple effective, so by sleeping only 4 hours, it's the equivalent of, say, around 12 hours of rest.' Storing my blanket and pillow in my inventory, I stood up and did a few warm-up exercises before sitting back down and meditating.
Although I had come up with a few ideas about how I was going to deal with Harlow, each one required a lot of setup and a plotted course of action if it were to work.
