Chapter 297 - Tired

"Ugh," I groaned, waking up. The morning light was streaming through the curtains, pale and soft, casting long shadows across the floor. I blinked against the brightness, my eyes struggling to focus. I think I had an awful dream but I couldn't really remember. There was only a vague sense of dread lingering at the edges of my consciousness, a feeling that something terrible had happened, but no details to attach it to. I was thirsty as hell. My throat hurt like I had been screaming all night, raw and scratchy, every swallow sending a small spike of pain down my neck.