The next morning came earlier than expected.
I barely managed to sleep during the night.
The fact that I was just hours away from one of the major events kept me restless. I woke up in the middle of the night, my heart pounding.
I couldn't go back to sleep. My mind raced with thoughts of what was coming. The gloves on my hands felt heavy, even though they were weightless.
I tossed and turned for a while.
The white ceiling above me offered no answers.
Finally, I gave up. I rolled off the bed, my body stiff from the fight and the crafting.
The dorm was dark, the moonlight barely creeping through the window.
I grabbed my boots, slipped them on, and headed out. Being up so early, I decided to go to the meeting place a bit earlier than planned.
The air outside was crisp. My breath fogged in front of me as I walked.