'If only sleep came in a compressed version.'
When Chaisi opened his eyes, he thought hazily, 'I must have been asleep for a long time.'
The lingering sleepiness was like great wads of waterlogged cotton, stuffing his mind into a vast white fog. His consciousness felt heavy and the world spun as he pushed himself up. When he reached for his phone, he didn't seem to know how to command his own body, nearly tumbling headfirst off the small bed.
'Not enough sleep… but I have to be awake.'
He didn't have the luxury of sleeping as long as he wanted. He vaguely remembered that a thousand loose ends were waiting for him. The Nest Dominance Game progressed day by day. Who knew what had happened while he was asleep?
Besides, it felt like a hole had been carved out inside him, his stomach acid shrieking with a sharp, hollow hunger.
Chaisi slid off the small bed and sat on the floor, every muscle in his body aching.
