A peaceful morning greeted Blake when he finally woke up.
For a few moments, he simply lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. A yawn escaped him as he stretched one arm over his head.
There was a light headache lingering behind his eyes, a dull pressure that reminded him of exactly how much alcohol he'd consumed the night before.
Still, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.
Compared to some of the hangovers he'd experienced in his previous life, this barely qualified as an inconvenience.
With a sigh, Blake pushed himself upright and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
'Woah, I'm feeling so... decent?'
His body wasn't the lightest, but he was feeling far better than he should have.
That alone was suspicious.
In his past life, after drinking enough to black out, he would've felt like a truck had run him over repeatedly before deciding to reverse and do it again for good measure.
Blake frowned.
The feeling followed him all the way to the kitchen.
