The next morning, Liam woke with a small smile on his face. His sleep had been blissful, which was remarkable considering he didn't actually need sleep anymore.
That was one of the stranger consequences of his transformation. His body no longer required rest in the traditional sense. He could go days, weeks, possibly even months without closing his eyes and suffer no degradation in mental or physical capability.
But he chose to sleep anyway. There was something deeply human about the ritual of it. Climbing into bed, letting consciousness drift away, experiencing dreams that were becoming increasingly strange and vivid.
Liam stood from the bed and walked to the bathroom, with the morning light streaming through the windows cast everything in warm gold tones.
When he emerged from his bedroom fifteen minutes later, he was wearing dark jeans and a simple black shirt. He picked up his Lucid from the nightstand, putting on the smart glass.
