Dyon awoke groggily. He didn't feel very refreshed at all, in fact, he felt like someone who had overslept, yet somehow still wanted more rest.
With his habits, it was rare that he woke up feeling like this. Even when he was in a coma for 4 months, he had woken up feeling like he had just had a good night's rest.
Blinking his eyes to adjust to surroundings, he noticed that he was in a dark room he was unfamiliar with.
The bed he lay on was three times his height in width, and almost five times that in length. It wasn't an exaggeration to say this was the largest bed he had ever been on, but it was even more comfortable than it was large, and that was saying something.
Dyon was disappointed to see that none of his wives were here. He had expected to wake up to at least Clara, or maybe his little siblings, but it seemed they were off doing other things.
