My eyes felt like they had been glued shut, all gritty and icky. I groaned as the sound of people walking around me and glasses banging around entered my ears, making me pull the covers over top of my head, trying to block out everything.
I was not willing to wake up at whatever ungodly hour it was. And since I didn't want to wake up, any hour was ungodly as far as I was concerned. A small beam of light came from the side of my blanket as someone from the outside slowly and carefully lifted it, allowing the smell of freshly brewed coffee to filter into my cocoon.
Intrigued, mostly because I didn't take any supplies out of my space, I lowered the blankets from my face. Squeezing one eye closed because of the bright light, I opened the other one to look over at the person holding the offering.
