Ethan woke up, the morning light filtering dimly through the heavy curtains. He stretched, the long, powerful muscles of his back and chest coiling easily. He got up and splashed cold water on his face.
[Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Ready to conquer the world, or at least the breakfast line? I suggest you eat something that can handle the sheer caloric output of your awesomeness.]
He put on a simple short-sleeved shirt, which effortlessly revealed the sculpted, powerful shape of his arms and toned, V-cut chest. He looked like a statue carved from granite.
He stepped out, saw a few early risers, and took in his surroundings. He considered running through the parking lot for his warm-up, but then remembered he was at MIT and smiled. Ethan thought: "No need to be such a caveman. I'll use the facilities."
He headed straight for the campus track.
