Michael found himself enveloped in the rare tranquility of a peaceful sleep, a luxury that had eluded him in the tumultuous days past. Juggling the nascent demands of SolaraTech, his academic pursuits, and the daunting shadows of legal skirmishes that threatened to anchor his dreams in the depths of bureaucracy had left him perpetually on the brink of exhaustion. Yet, this morning was different; it was as if the night had woven a protective cocoon around him, granting him a temporary reprieve from the relentless pace of his waking life.
As the clock ticked seven, Michael's eyes fluttered open, his vision momentarily clouded by the remnants of sleep. The gentle morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room that slowly coaxed him back to reality. He lay there for a few moments, basking in the serenity of the dawn.