*
“How are you feeling?” Morgana asked when I finally found the strength to crawl out of bed and go downstairs. She was busy with breakfast, and the smell of bacon and eggs wafted all around the kitchen, making my mouth water.
“Like a tank just rolled over me while I was asleep,” I said, rubbing my eyes to get the last vestige of sleep out of my system. “What time is it?”
“Almost six,” she said. “You’ve been asleep for nearly twelve whole hours.”
And yet, it felt like I had been asleep for only five minutes. My eyes were still puffy, and there was a dull ringing in the back of my head, like a shrill alarm which was far away and just wouldn’t shut up.
“Does it still hurt?” she asked, gesturing to my head.
“Not anymore,” I replied. “I’m just incredibly thirsty.”
She poured me a gla
