The carriage stopped.
I remained lying down.
For several seconds, nobody said anything.
Excellent.
Perhaps the driver had decided Zenith Academy was close enough and intended to let me finish my nap.
A reasonable man.
Then someone knocked against the carriage door.
"Young Master."
Traitor.
I opened one eye.
Dream Haven was beneath my head, perfectly adjusted to support my neck.
Warm.
Soft.
Comfortable.
Everything Zenith Academy was unlikely to be.
"Young Master, we've arrived."
"I heard you the first time."
Silence.
I closed my eye again.
Five seconds passed.
"Young Master?"
Persistent traitor.
I sighed and sat up.
"Normal size."
Dream Haven contracted beneath me until the enormous mattress became a silver pillow again.
I tucked it beneath my arm.
Then opened the carriage door.
Sunlight immediately attacked me.
I squinted.
And looked upward.
...
"Oh."
Zenith Academy was large.
That was an understatement.
