Asher could be seen lying on his soft white bed, the gentle rhythm of his breathing echoing faintly within the room. The morning sun cast golden rays through the windowpane as the curtains struggled valiantly to keep them at bay.
Although Asher had slept off in the early morning of the day the True Awakening ended, he hadn't awoken that same day. Instead, he opened his eyes the following morning, having nearly slept a staggering twenty four hours.
He was both mentally and physically drained. After all, it had been his first time experiencing something as intense and overwhelming as the True Awakening.
Asher's eyes fluttered open, his gaze drifting toward the window. Rising from his position, he moved closer and pushed the curtain aside to behold the rising sun, painting the sky in hues of amber and gold.
"How long did I sleep? Why is it still early in the morning? I thought I'd wake up in the evening at least," Asher mumbled to himself.
