*~*Zander's POV*~*
"Ngh." I heard myself groan softly on the edge of sleep. The sleep, though fading quickly, seemed so deep and peaceful. With all the nightmares lately, I hadn't been sleeping well at all. Every day I'd been tired and sluggish, but I hid it from the others well enough.
"Eh… Ugh." Grunting and groaning again, I stretched with my eyes still closed. I was loathed to break the last magical moments of sleep by acknowledging I was actually awake. However, when I stretched, I noticed something that seemed a little off.
My eyes were still closed, but this time it was to give myself time to think before I looked at the world around me. When I moved a moment ago, I thought I felt a stick poking into my back, something that didn't hurt too much, but was more than a little uncomfortable. And now that I noticed the stick, or whatever it was, I noticed the sounds around me.
