See, the morning hours were extremely unfriendly to Maxwell.
First of all, the harsh rays of the morning sun that filtered through his open window poured directly on his face, heating his eyes even as they were closed.
Then came the cold. The breeze blew against Maxwell, who was dressed in only underwear, causing goosebumps to flood his entire skin. This act of sleeping without any clothes on was becoming a habit, it seemed. A bad one. But not one he planned to quit anytime soon.
To Maxwell, the feeling of coming home at night, drunk to a stupor, barely able to make out left or right, and having to find his way to his own bedroom in a daze was unmatched. There was no way he was going to dress up in a pretty nightdress just to sleep, so of course, he just dumped his clothes somewhere on the floor.
And speaking of his room…
Maxwell's eyes finally fluttered open, and he covered his eyes with a hand, filtering the amount of rays that made their way to his bright blue eyes.
