Gabriel’s eyes fluttered open slowly like the idea of waking up horrified his brain. It was strange and didn’t make sense why he should feel this way. Then something clicked in his hazy thoughts. It wasn’t the first time he was waking up; he realized. But it was the first time he felt marginally okay and not as though his head was being squished by a giant sadistic hand.
As the seconds ticked by, his mind desperately tried to piece together information. It was daytime. He could tell from the natural sunlight flooding the room. He recognized the curtains covering the windows as the same ones he had seen before when he had woken up with the mother of all headaches. They were white with orange strips. He would have thought they were an awful taste, but they seemed to go well with the pale pe
