WTF!!

Von gasped as he woke up out of breath. He realized that he was back in bed and was confused if he had ever left, he was drenched and the bed was soaking wet.

He tried standing up but he was hit by a wave of excruciating pain with even the slightest movement. He lay down back on the bed as he broke out in cold sweat which was undetectable due to his already drenched state. His whole body ached and his stomach growled and gurgled like an angry beast in the ocean.

After laying for more than an hour the pain finally receded. He lay for another 30 minutes, before testing out a finger, seeing if he could lift it up. He decided to try sit upright, but he unexpectedly sent himself crashing into the ceiling.

BOOM!

He hit the ground as he landed back down, leaving his full body imprint on the sturdy marble which he wouldn't have been able to dent previously.

Looking at the wrecked ceiling and floor he knew what happened was no dream, this was sign enough to show that it was as real as it could get.

He was itching to observe his current state but the only mirrors where in the washroom and unlike when he was a demon he couldn't do physical introspection.

He decided to slowly head to the washroom, walking in the most gentle pace he could muster but still he had underestimated himself yet again and was sent crashing into the ceiling once more.

This occured for an innumerable amount of times before he finally regained the ability to walk albeit awkwardly.

Looking at the rubble he had caused in his own room he scratched his head speechless, unable to utter even the slightest sound.

He walked to the washroom, a journey that took an excruciating amount of time.

Despite his gentle pace he still left deep foot imprints on the floor in his wake. Upon reaching the washroom he tried to open the door as gently as he could but ended up ripping it right off the wall.

He sighed again, if this continued he was going to be homeless, he had to be more careful or soon he would be sharing his bed with the tats at the sewers.

He still found it hard to make sense of the situation and could only attribute it to the weird dream-not-a-dream he had previously.

Being a demon prior to now and his newfound cultural awareness, he could roughly make out something but his lucid mind held to logic discrediting his fictional musings.

Others wrecked havoc in their opponents turf but here he was demolishing his only abode. He walked to the mirror to observe himself but froze in front of it as he stared straight into it, mouth agape.