When I woke up, I was still in bed, but Libra was gone, and the bed had moved from the open plains to a beach that had a massive globe of water sitting next to the sea. Inside, I could see the domed huts, twisted shapes of swaying water weeds, and darting fish. The view was soothing, a picturesque underwater scenery made tranquil by the calmness of the water.
I sighed as I looked into the ball of water, intrigued by its serene tranquility. But my brief moment of peace was soon disrupted by a booming voice that reverberated around me.
"Zack!"
The sudden call made me jolt upright from the bed, my eyes scanning the surroundings for the source of the voice.
"I am right beside you," Harold said, and I turned my head to the side, my eyes like slits as I glared at him.
"You do know I just woke up, right?" I hissed, but my best friend just shrugged.