The soft morning lights of Alkmaar filtered through the blinds, casting a faint glow across Benjamin's room. He blinked his eyes open, exhaling slowly as he stretched his arms above his head.
The fatigue from last night's match had settled in his muscles, but it wasn't the unbearable kind—it was the good kind, the kind that reminded him of the work he had put in.
Rolling out of bed, he made his way to the kitchen, his feet light against the cool floor. The apartment was quiet which meant that Adam and Sophie were probably still deep in sleep.
He grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water, and squeezed in half a lemon before taking a slow sip. The citrusy taste jolted his senses awake, refreshing him instantly.
After finishing his drink, he stepped onto the small pavement outside the apartment, the crisp morning air greeting him. Alkmaar was still waking up, with only a few people out for early walks.
