The next morning, Satoru woke up early, feeling the crispness of the morning air as he stretched out in bed.
The early rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow around the room.
There's still a little bit of fatigue from yesterday.
He took a deep breath, savoring the tranquility of the moment before pushing himself out of bed.
As he made his way to the bathroom, he moved with a quiet purpose, the coolness of the floor beneath his feet helping to fully wake him up.
The bathroom was bathed in a soft, natural light, and as he splashed cold water on his face, the refreshing sensation invigorated him, sharpening his thoughts and filling him with a sense of readiness for the day ahead.
He methodically went through his morning routine, the familiarity of it grounding him in the moment.
Once he finished washing up, he headed downstairs, each step light yet deliberate.
