Spain, Barcelona…
It was the morning after the grueling UEFA Champions League match in Fulham, England, a match that had a lot of significance to Sam.
The city of Barcelona stirred gently under a soft Mediterranean sunrise.
The sky was painted in warm hues of orange and pink, and a light sea breeze filtered in through the open balcony doors of a luxurious high-rise mansion overlooking the cityscape, Sam's mansion.
The distant hum of life in the streets below, of early risers heading to work, the faint melody of a street musician, all blending into the quiet elegance of the morning.
"Ahh!" Sam sighed, taking a deep breath as he looked down through the open balcony doors. 'What a sight'. He thought.
And then, he started easing into his day with a slow stretch, his body still feeling the aftereffects of the previous night's battle on the pitch.
The adrenaline had long since faded, leaving behind the familiar dull ache in his muscles, a badge of effort and victory.
