The world looked and felt fuzzy, the familiar views of his bedroom with the black light posters and stars on the ceiling blurry.
And he hadn't even taken his glasses off yet.
Groaning softly, he tried to gather up the strength to remove them but found that the slightest twitch felt like he was pushing through molasses. He was weak; he couldn't even roll over.
No matter. At least he was laying down in a nice, dark room. His hair was undone, a golden mass surrounding his pale features in stark comparison as he rested. His work clothes were piled in a heap next to the bed and he lay nude except for a pair of black boxer briefs. It was soothing, and a small fan was blowing cool air from the nightstand.
His mind couldn't focus and he finally gave up, trusting that when his girlfriend came home she would take care of him if he needed anything. Right now, though, what he needed was sleep.
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