BlackMageLeah

Drowsily, a pale, lanky teen opened his eyes and yawned.  He had been curled up, fast asleep on his soft, cozy floor.  But the light from that tiny window near the ceiling said it was mid-morning.  It was time to wake up. He unclenched a fist, allowing six warm marbles to roll out.  He must have been playing with them before he fell asleep, he guessed.  His hand was stiff from holding them so tightly.  What had he been dreaming about? Was it worth it to try to remember?  The medication made his head so fuzzy… remembering his dreams without conscious effort was nearly impossible as of late. Well, maybe if he just closed his eyes again&