Visions of the Future

My eyes shot open, breaking me from a fitful rest. Drowsy and disoriented, I stared at an unfamiliar ceiling barely a foot before my face for some time before realizing my cheek was pressed against a tome, and I was staring at my wall. I must have dozed off at some point last night, slipping away mid-study. The light crystal above my bed remained dark, which meant morning hadn't arrived yet.

I lifted my head and groaned, rubbing my neck. The poor sleeping posture left me feeling sore all over, but the crick above my shoulder blade was particularly painful. Although still slightly muddled, I summoned a magic circle and dropped a Life Dew on my neck, shivering as the cool bead ran down my back before dissolving into my skin. A moment later, the pain disappeared, and I straightened to look around the room.