As morning sunlight filtered through the half-open curtains, Eiden stirred from his sleep. His eyes cracked open slightly, immediately narrowing at the digital clock's soft blue glow.
Saturday. Realizing it was the weekend, he let his head fall back onto the pillow, sinking deeper into the soft embrace of the bed with a faint, content sigh. A moment of peace rare, fleeting, and oh so cherished. Unfortunately, it didn't last.
His phone rang, vibrating loudly against the wooden nightstand, shattering the brief tranquility. Without even glancing at the caller ID, Eiden reached out and picked it up, thumb sliding across the screen with a lazy swipe.
"Hey man, wanna hang out?" It was Deuel's voice. Eiden let out a sleepy grunt. "I'll see," he muttered, then hung up before his friend could respond further. He tossed the phone aside, buried his head into the pillow again, and managed to squeeze in another ten minutes of shallow sleep before finally groaning awake.
