The clean ceiling of the room, without a speck of dust, was the first sight that met his eyes.
Ezra blinked, attempting to see more clearly as the view was a bit blurry. He moved his hand, however, as he began to shift even a little, his bones felt as if they might shatter, his body felt like it had been crushed by heavy concrete. Every joint ached, and he winced slightly as he tried to move again.
Letting out a deep heavy sigh, Ezra's head throbbed, so he gently massaged his head and closed his eyes tightly once more. Everything hurt, and he couldn't pinpoint which part hurt the most. His entire body was sore, as if he had spent the whole day lifting heavy objects up and down the stairs repeatedly. He tried to take a breath first, attempting to figure out what was causing his body to feel this way.
