Adventure in a Virtual World

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Chapter 6 (v.1) - Rude Awakening

Submitted: April 20, 2016

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Day three, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. It reminded me of being back home and being able to sleep in on the weekends. Sunlight peered through the window above the bed, I felt a soothing warmth throughout my body. It felt nice just laying in bed, the previous day had drained every last bit of energy I had. Even sleeping in until late morning I still felt mentally exhausted. Still groggy I raised my head slightly, I could feel a tightness in my chest.

I cracked one eye open, squinting as the golden rays refracted through the window and onto my face. I plopped my head back down into the pillow, wiggled my toes and stretched my arm. 

Hm, that's strange. Pretty sure I went to bed with two arms, I mused. 

My right arm was completely numb. Nearly fully awake now I finally noticed the slumbering redhead sharing the bed, my arm trapped underneath her body and her head lay on my chest. Now what? I thought. It was just the two of us alone, lying in the same bed. I felt helpless not being able to move without disturbing her as she slept. Would I have an explanation if I accidentally woke her up? Will I have an explanation when she wakes up? I thought nervously, lying there as still as I could. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

I listened intently for any sign that one of my companions would dash through the door and save me from this bittersweet hell. My heart raced when I heard footsteps down the hall but the boisterous young voices of a couple of teenagers dashed my hopefulness. Twenty minutes is a long time to wait when you are pretty sure that the circulation is being completely cut off from one of your limbs. I dreaded the inevitable sensation of blood rushing back to my fingertips almost as much as being caught in this predicament. I think I'd rather let Hesire launch searing balls of light at me all day long.

Shana's breathing changed as she shifted slightly. The steady heaving of her chest now slightly more rapid with the occasional long exhale. It was a bit unnerving lying here with her. It was completely innocent and yet I thought it a shame that she probably wouldn't get to appreciate the intimacy and the vulnerability. 

Once again I heard footsteps coming down the hall. As a figure popped his head in the door I let out a sigh of relief, finally. My heart stopped and skin crawled when Tracy came through the threshold behind Elliot. Yesterday Tracy kept treating me like this was somehow my fault, that I intentionally got Shana wasted. I didn't even know that you could get drunk from using magic! Landon had even tried to explain that in the process of restorative magic the ailment is transferred into the body of the caster where it is then filtered out. In rare cases the impairing effects of alcohol can fail to be removed. No one seems to know why.

I mouthed 'help' to Elliot, a toothy smile crept across his mouth. I did not like where this was headed, not one bit. Elliot wasn't my savior, Tracy was and I was doomed. I thought maybe one of them would gently try to shake her awake, but no. Tracy stood ten feet from the side of my bed and called out to her. I swear, that woman wanted to watch the world burn. She kept shooting me an icy stare and if looks could kill I'd be nothing more than a pile of ash. Okay, she just wanted to watch me burn.

"Shana, time to wake up," Tracy called in a singsongy voice. 

Shana began to stir as Tracy continued, getting louder and more obnoxious with every repetition. Shana yawned a couple times and slowly opened her eyes. I couldn't help but just watch her, knowing this could very well be the last thing I ever see. At least I'll die with a gorgeous view.

"Good morning sleepyhead," I said.

She blinked at me. She slowly pulled the covers off of herself, revealing her sleep attire had consisted of just her underwear and bra. I got a pretty good view before I covered my face with my hands, just in time to protect my eyes from a brutal pillow beatdown. 

"Ow, ow. Shana chill out. Knock it off." I attempted to block the pillow with one hand while keeping my face covered with the other until I finally got a hold of a wrist. That caused her to lose her balance and fall against the other bed and slide to a seated position on the floor. She sat there breathing heavily, hair draped over one eye in a tangled mess. 

"Are you okay?" I inquired from the safety of my bed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tracy's jaw hanging wide open, Elliot stood in the corner busting a gut.

Slowly the edges of Shana's mouth curved upwards in a forced smile before I deemed it safe to clamber off the bed and help her to her feet.

"Jerk," she said punching my shoulder lightly. "Now where are my clothes?"

Elliot spoke up, pointing to the far end of the room. "Right where you stripped them off last night before insisting that the only way any of us were going to get sleep is if we allowed you to hop into bed with Jake. Poor guy was so exhausted he slept through the whole thing. Ryan had to sleep on the floor."

She scampered over to her heap of clothes and quickly threw them on and turned to head towards the door. "So what's for breakfast?" she asked, trying to mask her embarrassment.


 


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