Waking Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed

Xion jolted awake from the icy chill of the floor biting into his skin. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he sluggishly shoved the blanket off his head. His bleary gaze drifted to the chair he had occupied the night before.

Ah, I fell from the chair, he winced, straddling his left knee which had just made intimate contact with the floor.

His dark hair stuck out at every angle, most likely from rubbing his head on the table in his sleep. Groaning, he rubbed the back of his head only to flinch as a faint static jolt pricked his fingers.

"I am killing anyone who forced me to sleep at four again," he muttered groggily while completely forgetting that it was he who insisted on learning all the basics of the mana in one night.

After detangling himself from the treacherous floor and a blanket, he stood up. Wondering when he bought such an antique-looking lamp, he stumbled toward the left door.

That was where his bathroom was.