Missunderstanding

"Aaaah..." a groan escaped from Mathew's mouth.

He stared with his eyes emptied out at the ceiling of the room.

The sunlight coming into the room from the nearby window annoyed the young man's eyes... yet he couldn't close them.

Not after the entire night that he spent wide awake.

'That's it for some nap to refresh,' Mathew whined in his thoughts, allowing his eyelids down for but a second.

The day was starting. And just like many generations before him, Mathew had to make the most of it.

'This will be a tough day,' he thought, empty-mindedly attempting to raise from some rags his group used as beddings for the night.

Mathew attempted to move up... Only to fail to move at all.

"So this is what it means to be pinned by beauty," he muttered, giving up on his attempts.