“Ouch… what…? Stop… let me sleep….”
Something was hitting my nose. Whatever it was I wished it would go away. My head felt as if a gang of marauding imps had forced their way through my ears and now were attempting to pull out my brains piece by agonizing piece. I groggily opened my eyes and tried to focus on the two orange eyes staring back at me.
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