I woke around midday with my hand on my phone, having apparently shut off my primary, secondary, and final backup alarms.
I’m late for work! But when I sat, the room tilted, and I fell back. At some point during the night, I’d pulled the covers over me, so the bed was a muddy, gritty mess. Everything that was human about me wanted a shower and clean sheets, but my leaden limbs barely permitted me to move.
I pushed myself up and swung my feet toward the floor. That effort made my heart race, and I took a couple of deep breaths to slow it and the room’s seasickness-inducing motion. I wondered if I could make it to the bathroom should the nausea worsen.
The phone beeped with an incoming text, and the jolt of panic nearly cleared the lethargic sensation—Jared! The wizards are coming for him
