18
Paedyn stretched as morning arrived. He sat up in bed, looked to the window at the glimmer of early red sunlight, then lay back down. His head rested comfortably on the pillow, and his thumb in his mouth. The weather was becoming colder, despite the orange sun beginning to appear back in the sky. The orange sun was still a small speck in the distance, barely larger than some of the nearby stars. Paedyn called himself a morning person, and by that, he meant he liked to sleep in every morning. Sure, there were people who called themselves a morning person because they liked to wake up early, but who needed that? Sleep was where it was at.
A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. What was wrong with these people? Didn’t they know it wasn’t afternoon yet? Who dared disturb Pae
