Saying he rolled out of bed, ready for the day would have been a blatant lie. More accurately, Simone crumpled in a heap out of bed and was ready to crumple right back into it. He had fallen asleep in the kitchen late last night, again. This time he had passed out spread across the kitchen table before he woke up. He had woken up in the dead of night before anyone noticed, so he made himself a quick early meal and headed off to his hammock, in his quarters.the area around his hammock was actually fairly clean. A shirt here or there on the floor and a spare knife or two laying about (which is totally safe), nothing was too messy really. Now he supposed it was time to stop staring at his room and to get up for real.

     He yawned as he changed into his day clothes, which consisted of a plain white shirt, black pants, boots, and his nice green jacket. The jacket itself was as warm and cozy as always. He stumbled his way out of his quarters and across the deck of the ship. The air was nice and filled his lungs with a feeling that was indescribably happy.  Simone yawned again before realizing he could already smell food in the air; someone else had taken care of breakfast since he had slept in. He shrugged it off and decided to head to the mess room where everyone else was sure to be. He realized that assumption was right as he entered the room and saw the crew there. 

     [color=orangered]"Morning, food..."[/color] Simone mumbled as he grabbed a plate of breakfast, sat at the table and started digging in. It was delicious, he picked up the pace eating it with a happy look on his face. [color=orangered]"Thank you so much."[/color] He said, far more energetically than before as he continued.