CHAPTER 10: THE NEXT MORNING

While morning broke the next day, sun rays streamed in through his window and gave his room a golden warmth; unfortunately, it made Dante have to struggle with opening his eyes, as if this brightness were some sort of pressure pushing against them from the other side, as if not to open them.

"Ahhh.," Dante yawned, his voice low and raspy, stretching his body, arching his back, and extending his limbs, like a cat awakening from a long, deep sleep.

He struggled to get himself off the bed, his movements at a snail's pace and labored, as if he struggled against an invisible force that bound him to the bed and refused to set him free. But finally, after what seemed like an eternity to him, he managed to heave himself out of bed; his body swayed unsteadily, as with a drunk or one doped.

He stumbled to the bathroom, his feet dragging across the floor, as if some unseen force tugged at him, and then went inside, where he brushed his teeth, the bristles of the toothbrush scaring his gums, and