Kimarhi
In the morning, I wake with the sun shooting into my eyes. My head at the foot of my bed, and my legs hugging my pillow. Rolling over to escape the harsh light, I plop off the bed. Covers on the floor cushion my fall, and I sluggishly crawl over to shut the curtains.
“Who opened you?” I snarl out at the window.
How did I get here? Not remembering the night, I must’ve been drunker than I thought. Stretching out as far as my muscles will go, I get up to shower. I’m still sore from yesterday, but no physical evidence remains. Oddly, the soreness would stay.
Reaching to turn on the hot water, it wakes my body, but my mind lags. Switching too cold for a minute, making my mind startles the rest of me into consciousness. I’m awake now and back to warm.
Looking around, my senses
