Ignorance is deceit
The soft rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room as Blake stirred awake. With a stretch and a yawn, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the cool touch of the wooden floor beneath his bare feet.
"Guess it's time to face another day," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his tousled hair as he made his way to the bathroom.
As he brushed his teeth, Blake couldn't help but notice a peculiar detail—he was ambidextrous. He wielded his toothbrush with ease, effortlessly switching between hands.
"Huh, didn't know I could do this," he remarked with a wry smile, quirking an eyebrow at his reflection in the mirror.
His gaze drifted to the small silver hoop adorning his right ear. "Where did this come from?" Blake wondered aloud, tracing the outline of the earring with his fingertip.