The sunlight is soft when it filters through my bedroom curtains, painting pale golden stripes across the floor. I blink awake slowly, the warmth of the blankets wrapped around me, muscles pleasantly sore from all the dancing and laughing the night before.
I glance at the clock—10.02 AM. I slept for about 6,5 hours. It was a nice, deep sleep. I didn't dream at all. For a moment, I just lie there, savoring the rare peace. No urgent emails. No taking commisions. No looming deadlines screaming at me. Just ... Sunday. I deserve a little break after midterms. Tomorrow I'll continue my monotone routine, so I have to use this day for something productive.
