The next morning when the sun was rising above the horizon a ray of light founds it way through sam’s room window, located next to his closet above his desk, and shined its way in to Sam eyes.
In response Sam rolled over, buried his head under his comforter and tried to return to his dreams, and give on that notion a moment later. If there was one thing Sam didn’t like about himself it was that once he woke up nothing short of a strong blow to the head good blow to the head could get him to sleep until at least twelve hours pass he couldn’t even take a nap he hates how efficient his body was.
“What's worse” he thought “tonight was actually a good night sweet dreams and I feel completely at peace” groaning Sam threw off his comforter and got up, he walked over to his closet and pulled out a pair of combat jeans a black t-shirt with white lines that formed