I woke up at five, startled by the beeping alarm. My hand reached automatically for the snooze button, mind still foggy, body preparing for the usual battle to drag myself back to consciousness.
But something was different.
I blinked at the ceiling, waiting for the customary weight of morning fatigue to settle over me like a lead blanket. It never came.
"The fuck?" I mumbled, sitting up.
My body felt... good. Not just normal, but actually energized. The kind of refreshed you feel after eight perfect hours of sleep and a good meal, not the desperate clawing for consciousness I'd experienced every day since transmigrating into this tubby body.
I checked the system interface floating in my peripheral vision.
LIFESPAN: 6D 19H 17M
So I'd slept for about nine hours. Made sense. But this feeling of alertness didn't make any sense at all.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. No stiffness. No joint aches. Just smooth, easy movement, like someone had oiled all my hinges overnight.
