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“Huh?” I shot awake, woken abruptly by a nasty dream.
It took me a moment to place my surroundings and realise I was looking at the ceiling of Var’s hut.
“Hfff.” The dust bunny next to me shot me an indignant huff, clearly upset that I woke her too.
“Sorry,” I whispered, giving Pickles a little stroke. She was such a character, but I couldn’t deny that I had a soft spot in my heart for her.
Once I was sure she went happily back to napping, I stretched the strain out of my muscles and pushed myself up from the lumpy couch. If I could help it, I’d never do that again. What a terrible way to sleep.
With my head clearing up, I turned towards the rocking chair. The low snoring told me everything I needed to know about Var. He was still sleeping off the alcohol from last night.
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