Manson's lashes trembled slowly, and his eyes opened, meeting the pitch-black covered curtains that concealed the morning light. For a few seconds he remained still, tangled in his duvet, his mind sluggish with sleep.
Then he stretched; a quiet groan escaped him.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, slipping his feet into his slippers, and stood. He crossed the room towards the curtain remote mounted by the wall; he picked it up and pressed the button.
Whirr…
The heavy curtains glided apart.
Golden sunlight streamed across the room, illuminating the darkness that lingered only a moment ago.
Manson squinted against the brightness; a faint smile touched his lips.
"What a beautiful day to be alive."
He turned towards his bed and reached for his phone resting beside his pillow; the screen lit up, displaying the time.
"9:24am, I must have slept—"
Bzzz… Bzzz…
A sudden vibration cut him off as Dahyun's name flashed across the screen.
He answered it.
"Hello, Bud."
