I guess my slowness was yet to come back to normal. Just the movement of lifting my hand took a few seconds.
'I wonder if sloths know they are slow? Do they just think things move too fast and they are the ones with "normal speed"?… It kind of makes sense after living like one for two weeks.'
I somehow got accustomed to the speed I previously had, but now that I was recovering, I got slower. If before was frustrating…
'Life never fails to play pranks on me...'
Now it's just Annoying.
Furthermore, my efforts this time were in vain.
Just as I was about to grab the freaking bell, the Duke opened the door sneakily.
I guess he thought I had yet to wake up, and, since he promised to come back in the morning, he only wanted to check out if I was still asleep... Or even healthy.
