The soft rays of the early morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Oblivious to the world around him, Alhaitham lay sprawled on the bed, a peaceful expression gracing his features. A book lay abandoned beside him, evidence of his late-night reading habits. Unbeknownst to him, his roommate, you, had been up since the crack of dawn, busying yourself with preparations for his birthday.

With meticulous care, you cleaned the house, arranging decorations and setting the stage for the celebration to come. Next, you set about preparing a delicious breakfast spread, knowing well Alhaitham's penchant for caffeine first thing in the morning. Finally, you checked the present you had chosen for him, a thoughtful gift that you hoped would bring a smile to his face. Satisfied that everything was in order, you made your way to him room to wake him up with the breakfast in your hands.

Alhaitham felt a gentle nudge of someone's hand, coaxing him from the depths of sleep. His eyelids fluttered open, and with a groggy blink, he focused on your face. "Mm..." he mumbled, a faint furrow forming between his brows as he tried to make sense of the situation. Alhaitham sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he took in the sight before him. A platter of food, carefully prepared with his preferences in mind, laid out before him. "What's this for?" he asked, his voice low and raspy from just waking up. Yet beneath the drowsiness, there was a hint of warmth and a flicker of appreciation for the efforts made on his behalf.