The Morning After

The soft light of the early morning sun filtered through the thick curtains of Theo's hotel room, casting a warm glow across the plush interior. The bed beneath him, with its layers of crisp white linens and pillows, seemed to cradle him in a cocoon of comfort. For a moment, Theo just lay there, savoring the softness of the mattress, the quiet hum of the city below, and the feeling of deep relaxation after the whirlwind that had been last night.

The concert—the culmination of months of preparation, rehearsals, and emotional investment—had been everything he had hoped for and more. But it had also left him physically and mentally drained in a way he hadn't fully realized until his head hit the pillow last night. Now, as he slowly woke up, the exhaustion still lingered in his bones, though it was tempered by a profound sense of satisfaction.