Early morning sun pierced the window and its warmth softly illuminated the room, while the charming clock rang out its melodic chime to wake Robert from his sleep.
"Ahhh." Robert yawned, stretching his body, arching his back, extending his limbs, and shaking off traces of his sleep.
He stood up skimpily and went into the bathroom to start the morning ritual-brushing his teeth with precision, the soft bristles a gentle caress against his gums.
The cool waters of his bath refreshed him, washing the vestiges of fatigue away, leaving him refreshed and revitalized.
He got dressed; soft fabrics felt good against his skin, and his mind harked back to what was at the prospect of the day unwinding like an unframed canvas before him.
He stretched for the broom to sweep his room; the soft swish
