The same birds sang every morning.
Lying in a comfortable, cozy bed, Adam heard the sounds of nature that slowly awakened part of his mind.
A fresh breeze blew the curtains and he felt the humidity of the water. Maybe he would go for a swim after breakfast.
Outside, in the treetops, the birds sounded more excited than usual. Since when they were so freaking loud? he thought, shuffling in the sheets, trying to go back to sleep.
Pulling the covers and pillow over his ears to muffle the sound, Adam tried to empty his mind, hoping to be carried back to dreamland.
A different type of melody joined the symphony—a repetitive, high-pitched bird song.
"For fuck's sake, I hate nature!" The young god shouted from under the mountain of covers.
Eyes barely open, he turned around in bed. It was new—the sheets, the mattress. That wasn't his bed. Where was he?