Morning arrived faster than Damon had expected.
As he blinked his eyes open, he could hear the faint beat of music from Ivan, who was already up, sitting on the top bunk with his headphones on, bobbing his head to the rhythm.
Shaking his head, Damon stood up and headed for the bathroom.
The cold splash of water on his face helped him clear away the last traces of drowsiness.
As the water ran down his face, he thought about the day ahead.
Whittier was taking them out, but the downtime wouldn't last long.
Soon enough, they'd be back in the gym, pushing themselves harder than ever.
With a deep breath, Damon dried off and steeled himself for the day.
Damon pulled on the clothes that had been sent to them the night before, sturdy, lightweight pants with plenty of pockets, a breathable long-sleeve shirt that felt comfortable against his skin, and a sleeveless vest with even more pockets.
