Bothered About Something
G R E E C E
“Hey… Chasen?”
“Wake up…”
“Chasen?”
“Hey…”
My eyelids slowly awoke from a deep sleep, and I had to gradually adjust my vision to the abrupt shift in the surrounding environment. I rubbed and massaged the back of my neck with my fingertips pressing slightly while humming softly and drowsily. My neck and back were hurting so I had to constantly remind myself where I was, where I had fallen asleep and attempted to make sense of the scenario while my eyesight was a little fuzzy and my mind was racing.
“Chasen? Good morning.”
“Good….mor…” I interrupted myself from what I said as soon as I started yawning. “--ning… Hmm…”
I felt as though I had just woken up from a really long, peaceful sleep since my body felt heavy and lethargic. I repositioned my
