When sleep finally gives way to the grim awareness of waking cognition, I sit up bleary eyed, wiping the sleepy dust from my eyes. After a few minutes of blinking the blurriness out of my eyes and fumbling my way through blankets and swarms of drowsy dilopuffs, I manage to steady my gaze. At last the darkness of the room begins to focus around me.
Judging by the pale streams of moonlit darkness that are cascading through the window, I would hazard a bet that it is very early morning at best- perhaps some time around 1 or 2am if this were the Upper Realm. My mouth sours a little at the thought.
