The weather was lovely for sleeping in.
Golden sunlight spilled through the window, warming Eli's face in slow, drowsy strokes.
This kind of weather always pulled his eyelids down, and with the medicine still humming in his veins, he'd managed to sleep for hours.
The aftereffects weren't always pleasant. First came the stubborn weight in his eyelids, then the disappointing realization that he would eventually wake up.
He had work to do, food to eat, and water to drink.
Despite his neck aching from the terrible angle he had decided to sleep in, the lightness in his body felt like heaven.
His dark eyelashes fluttered gently as he let out large, slow exhales, melting into the sofa.
With how he was sprawled, he looked boneless. Not the proper gentleman he portrayed, but someone lazy who was too tired to care.
Throwing his arms up, he stretched, his waist arching up. This abrupt movement caused the blanket to slide off him.
