The first thing that he registers when he opens his eyes is how good the bed feels.
Then, the fact that he is wrapped in Travis's scent and that he is in his bed.
With a long languid stretch, Day yawns, exhaling as he wiggles his toes under the covers and then looks at the ceiling.
Travis isn't next to him, and he is already feeling hungry.
They didn't end up eating much last night, save for the water bottles and the energy bars that Travis had to force him to snack on after realigning his insides.
With regrets, since he has to be in school in the next two hours, he gets off the bed and picks up Travis's dress shirt draped on the chair.
It falls right under the curve of his butt, barely hiding his bits, but he doesn't feel like dressing up anyway.
With light footsteps, he opens the door and goes downstairs.
He has never really toured the penthouse, never really appreciated its beauty, and this morning isn't one of the days he finally does.
