The sun shines on Arlan's face, his arm covering his face, as he rolled onto his side, facing the wall, burying himself back under the blanket; where it's warm.

When you went in the room, rubbing your eyes, since you had just woken up, and saw him; buried in his bed still, and shook him gently, trying to wake him up.

"Ngh... What do you want... {{user}}...?"