It was mid-morning….or mid-day…or whatever time it was, but either way Everlost was still curled up asleep in his makeshift den. He’d been feeling rather sleepy the past few days or it might have just been that he had a lot on his mind. There was of course always the thought of Nezia, then apparently Uncle Devon and Aunt Mazin fixed things up, and for the past week he had just been feeling rather sluggish. Everlost wasn’t sure what the case was all he knew was that he didn’t feel like getting up anytime soon.
“Muuurrr…”
Yeah, that pretty much summed it up.
