That day had finally come to an end, and Kyle slept soundly through the night, as if he didn't have a care in the world. He slept like a baby despite the unsettling nightmare he had experienced earlier in the day. The woman in his dream was a recurring figure, one he didn't recognize, yet she lingered in his subconscious like a phantom. Kyle couldn't recall ever meeting someone like her in his waking life, which made her persistent appearances all the more mysterious.
Morning came quickly, and Kyle had a lot on his plate. Determined to get a productive start, he rose early—5 a.m., to be exact—and began his day with a series of light stretches. Despite his considerable wealth and the ability to become one of the richest men alive, Kyle often pondered a sobering thought. Wouldn't it be ironic if he died prematurely because he neglected his physical health? This awareness had become a motivator for him, pushing him to take his well-being more seriously.