Feliciano's eyes fluttered open as he somehow stirred from his deep sleep, a light touch having awakened him at...

Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, Feliciano glanced over at the digital clock on his nightstand.

...three AM. He still had three more hours until training with Ludwig.

Finally, the rest of his body adjusted to being awake, and the Italian reverted his attention back to that fuzzy touch that had woken him from his slumber.

He turned his head to look at who woke him up so early. "Eh... what's up?"