The Meeting Room

The golden rays of sunlight filtered through the thin fabric of the curtains which were covering the glass panels of the wide windows, filling up the lightless room, brightening it up. A low groan could be heard along with shuffling sound of the bed sheets. 

Stretching his arms in the air, Adam woke up as his eyes could no longer stay shut under the assault of the bright sunlight. As he sat up straight, his eyes fell on his phone which was still connected to the charger. On the lit up screen of his phone, he could see the silhouette of his woman, still lost in her dream world. His eyes shifted to the analog wall clock of his room to check the time. It was a little over 9 a.m. in the morning.