"Morgan...Morgan…"
Morgan's eyes opened just a fraction before closing again.
A shrill voice pierced through his subconscious.
" Huh…what was that…"
" Morgan, it's time…"
Morgan turned groggily in his bed, covering himself with his blanket.
"Five more minutes, Mom. Just give more minutes…" he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes.
This time, a new voice pitched in.
"Hey, Morgan, it's time to wake up, dude, seriously…"
A hand jostled him, trying to wrench away his cozy blanket.
"Leave me alone, just…just a few more minutes…please…"
"Yesssss," a voice whispered insidiously, echoing in his head.
"It's okkkkk…you're still very tirrrrred, really realllllly tirrreeddd. Five moreeee minutesssssss."
Morgan nodded groggily, curling in on himself.
" Yeah, five more minutes…."
" Dude, you've got to wake up! Morgan! MORGAN!!!"
Morgan's eyes snapped open.
The first thing he noticed was the cold.
"I'm cold?"
It was more of a question than a statement.
