POV Daemon
I open my eyes, feeling the weight on my eyelids. It's hard to open them immediately; it's difficult to do so without grunting and cursing in the attempt. My head hurts, I've got a killer headache that prevents me from moving normally. It feels like my head pounds with every move I make. I groan, bring my hands to my head, and slowly let out the air.
«I need a painkiller and a lot of coffee»
The pain in my head is unbearable, as unbearable as the pain in my jaw and my body. I stay in my bed, focusing my vision and taking my time to process waking up. I don't even want to know if it's morning, afternoon, or night. The lights in my room are on, but the windows are completely closed. No light comes in or out. I have no idea where my phone is, I don't have a watch on my wrist
