The following morning Mark opened his eyes slowly, and the first thing he saw was the sky.
Mark blinked several times while his brain tried to start up.
'I shouldn't have fallen asleep on the grass…' Mark thought as he felt every part of his body reminding him of exactly that.
His back was stiff, his neck was twisted to one side, his shoulders were tense, and his lower back hurt as if someone had slipped a rock under him while he slept.
'Everything hurts… this sucks.'
Mark tried to move his neck and a crack came from somewhere in his spine that had no business cracking.
"Ugh," Mark groaned, wincing at the pain.
Mark sat up on the grass with an effort that required more willpower than should have been necessary for such a simple movement.
Once sitting, he raised both arms above his head and stretched.
"I miss the big bed in my dungeon… sleeping on the ground sucks," Mark said out loud as he finished stretching.
