Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140308235607/@comment-24449631-20140312120450

Rowan slowly opened his eyes. His eyelids felt awfully heavy so he kept them half open.

He noticed the wooden ceiling above him. And the sun creeping in through the window.

The position he found himself in, was incredibly cozy. He lay in bed under a mountain of warm sheets, with his head sinking into an incredibly soft pillow. It was almost impossible to move anyways. Only his head could, sightly.

He moaned a little, signaling he was awake

"hmm, whe-where am I?"

He asked the hazy silhouette stading next to the bed.