Lucian stretched as he woke up, his body sinking back into the warmth of the bed for a moment before he sat up. "Wooow, what a sleep," he murmured to himself, his voice still groggy. Rubbing the remnants of slumber from his eyes, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, yawning deeply.
Dragging his feet toward the bathroom, he let out a low whistle, his mood unusually light. The mirror greeted him with a disheveled reflection, but he didn't care. The sleep had been good refreshing even. For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn't wake up feeling weighed down by the burdens of yesterday.
Maybe the confessions of his mother and Rose, the moments he had longed for in his past life, had finally lifted a part of the invisible weight he carried.
