Chapter 235: Black Hole
The floor was cold.
Sunny woke up face-down on it, one cheek pressed against metal, a half-dried puddle of drool barely holding it’s shape beside his open mouth.
He blinked once. Twice.
’Right. Narcolepsy.’
This strange Stellaron-induced curse — at least he believed it was — started to really get on his nerves.
His limbs ached. His back cracked like an old book being opened for the first time in years. His arm was stretched toward the door like he’d been trying to crawl out mid-dream.
’Dream’ referred to the experience of being thrown into an alternate realm of monsters and mayhem.
He lay there for another moment, eyes half open.
Then he stood up like it never happened.
He pushed the door open and emerged from what had once been a storage room, now technically his bedroom. Above the party car, the soft hum of the Astral Express carried beneath his bare feet. The air smelled like stale confetti and machine oil.
Sunny yawned so hard he nearly fell over again.