For the first time in years, I actually wake up feeling refreshed. I'm not tired or dread waking up. Surprisingly, I'm barely sore from yesterday. Seriously why am I fine?
I spend a few minutes staring up at the ceiling in the dark, comfortable with Nia's arm stretched over my stomach. I'm pretty sure it's too early for him to wake up, so it's just dead weight with no hope of him waking until the sun sets.
It took a little while, but I eventually managed to wiggle out and turn on the bedside lamp. I wince at the sudden light and rub my eyes. Ugh, alright, here comes the stiff muscles. I groan as I stand doing a full-body stretch.
My feet bring me over to the dresser where Nia keeps his phone, and I pick it up to check the time. Seriously, what is it with him and having no clocks anywher
