His eyes slowly opened to the dimly lit room, feeling the thin sheets he was covered in, the warm humidity in the room as the sun beared down from behind the shutters of the blinds. He could still feel the grogginess on his face, rolling over as his hand slid over the bedding to pick up his phone, resting on charge. Nine o’clock in the morning. He had slept in a little bit again. He was tempted to keep lying there too, having woken up earlier when people were moving around outside of his room earlier which made him feel more groggy than he should… but it was starting to get late. The day was being eaten away the more he laid there. Time to do the morning routine.
Caleb gradually shuffled and sat up, pulling aside his sheets as he swung his legs over the right side of the bed, sitting there for a moment as he stretched his arms above and behind his head. He flexed his shoulder blades while he sat there in his comfortable, loose trackie pants, the ones part of his sleeping ou