The morning sun filtered through the window, pouring its golden rays into Silas's silver eyes.
Silas groaned as he covered his eyes with his left palm.
"It is morning already?" He muttered with a wide yawn.
He pushed himself up gently and rested his back against the headboard.
"Seems like I slept off," he said as he pushed himself away from the bed.
The chill of the floor sent a rattle through his spine, but he endured it and entered the bathroom.
The sound of the shower releasing water and the droplets meeting tiles filled the air.
Then it stopped after some time.
Silas stepped out of the bathroom, soaked with water.
His hair was messy, scattered, and wet.
But it was not like that for long.
Meticulously, Silas began arranging each strand until it was perfectly set over his head.
He winked into the mirror.
"Much better."
Then he went to the wardrobe.
After a few minutes of deliberation, he finally settled on a blue shirt and black jeans.
