I opened my eyes.
Ceiling.
That was the first thing I see.
Familiar ceiling— the wood grain of it, the lamp hook, the slight water stain near the corner from the storm.
I knew this ceiling.
I'd looked at it for approximately one minute before falling asleep yesterday… well… you could say I have a good memory if I actually try. I can even memories a one book with just one turn.
I tried to move.
...Nothing.
The signal going out and not coming back.
I tried my feet. My arms. Turning my head.
Each attempt produced the specific sensation of a body that had done something very large and was currently having a polite but firm conversation with me about consequences.
The hell is happening... Argh. Everything hurts. Is this the penalty? This is… actually, yea it's kinda balance… I almost sliced a whole storm with that skill…
Then: What would happen if I got more time to stack it…?
I opened my mouth. That worked, at least. A little.
"I'm hungry."
