HomecomingChapter 3
I awoke to the sound of a familiar beeping from my watch. I had been training myself to react to the sound of its faint alarm for almost two years. So far, the training had been paying off because whenever I heard it, I would usually snap out of the deepest slumber. At least I usually did. It doesn't work very well when I'm hung over. I tried opening my eyes and they resisted my efforts every bit of the way. After several attempts, I was finally able to pry them open. I instantly regretted...