A Sluggish Start and a Legendary Gamer

The next morning, Micah overslept. When he finally opened his eyes, sunlight streamed through the curtains, glaring at his face. He groaned, burying his head under the pillow and kicking one leg off the edge of the bed in protest. His entire body felt sluggish, utterly unwilling to move.

But his stomach had other plans. It growled like a feral beast.

Dragging himself out of bed, hair tousled and shirt sliding off one shoulder, Micah went downstairs in mismatched slippers, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

He greeted others groggily.

"Morning…"

Aria, seated cross-legged on the couch with a bowl of grapes in her lap, took her gaze from the TV and said.

"What morning? It's noon, Sleeping Beauty!"

Micah scratched his head like a confused puppy and replied.

"Ohh… right."

At that moment, Jacob Ramsy emerged from the study, flipping through papers in his hands. He didn't even look up before asking.