"Wake up, sleepy head."
Alan awoke from his slumber, roused by a familiar voice. He saw Sabrina standing to the side, and used his arms to help his body up. He noticed he was... sweating, surprisingly.
Him? That was a surprise, the environment wasn't hot enough for it, and neither was the condition of his body abnormal. A frost dragon shouldn't sweat, unless he was in the middle of a desert. What was more, he felt lethargic and strangely invigorated at the same times.
His muscles were relaxed, and his mind felt clear. It was then that Alan realized that he actually had a good night's rest. It had been a long, long while since he had a peaceful sleep. Almost everytime he went to sleep, he was confronted with nightmares or visions of the previous iterations.
They were the worst of the worst, but this was a pleasant surprise. He simply felt like he had blinked and time had gone by, he didn't remember anything else at all. He felt... great.
"How long was I asleep?"
