Aaron's Point of View :
After sleeping for who knows how long, I slowly drifted awake from a peaceful slumber, the kind of rest I hadn’t enjoyed in ages. The only downside was the splitting headache that greeted me; in fact, I think the pain was the only reason I woke up at all. My head was absolutely killing me, throbbing with rhythmic violence as if someone were hammering my skull with Mjölnir. Subconsciously, I began to murmur.
"Ahh, this headache is going to be the death of me. Why the hell is it throbbing so hard? It feels like I was hit by a truck or used as a punching bag by Thanos."
Unintentionally, I groaned, complaining nonstop. Well, that’s one of my finer habits, self-talk. Most people call it madness, but I call it healing. It really helps when you're living alone in a mass
