Open your eyes, early morning.
Recently, Zoro automatically wakes up at this time every morning, and it seems to have become a habit. He stared at the ceiling directly in front of him, watching as it was gradually dyed into a misty dark blue by the morning light filtering in from the window. Then he turned his head ninety degrees to the left and looked at the position of the hammock opposite--sure enough, it was empty. Gently, trying not to disturb the other sleeping people, Zoro quietly climbed out of the hammock and followed his usual route towards the place he was so familiar with.
When I opened the kitchen door, I saw the expected figure in front of me, and the familiar sound of chopping vegetables could be heard in my ears.
Conception: