The light from the sun seeped into the room. He groaned and tossed to the other side of the bed. His right hand sprawled on his face to avoid the light from the window. Although he was awake, he still hasn't risen from the bed.
Somehow, after being away from the bed for two days, he found it rather too comfortable to move from it. Or perhaps, it was the dreams he had had all night that were making it impossible to move from the bed. He pried his eyes open a little to look around the room, but quckly shut it back as the light from the light from the sun shone directly towards his eyes.
The sun?
He pushed the covers away and sat up in a quick motion. He can't recall the last time he had slept in this late. And ever snce the dowager had collapsed, he didn't get a full thirty minutes sleep.
