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The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over his sprawled form. He wakes with a start, his body heavy with sleep and something else. A rumble in his belly, a pressure in his groin. He grunts, pushing himself up, his large frame creaking on the bed. The walk to the bathroom is a trudge, his body still sluggish from sleep. But as he stands there, the stream of urine pouring out of him, he feels alive. The wet sound is a symphony, his grunts the rhythm, as he relieves himself in a flood of morning release.