Asher could be seen fast asleep, his body sprawled peacefully across the vast, plush bed. Sun rays filtered into his room gently, their golden light colliding with the thick curtains that refused to grant them full access.
His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his breathing calm and composed as he slept like a newborn, uncaring, unbothered, and completely free from the burden of unpaid bills or the horrors the world had to offer.
After a bit of tossing and turning beneath the soft covers, he rose into a seated position, his posture slouched and his eyelids drooping heavily. His vision was still blurred with sleep as he sat there, groggy and half-lost in a haze between dreams and wakefulness.
Slowly, he rubbed his eyes with his fingers and released a soft yawn before stretching his body fully, enjoying every second of the relief that came with the stretch.
