Micheal woke up sometime later and rolled over, feeling as if he had a hang over. He frowned, shook his head and slowly got up and stumbled for the shower. He had no idea what time it was, nor remembered when he got home. He knew the sun was too bright, attacking his dark sanctuary like it had every right. He groaned and made his way slowly into the shower, letting the first spray of excruciatingly cold water attack his skin. This brought him to his senses a little more and he shuddered, begging the hot water to hurry up and heat up. He shook his head and washed his face and hair quickly, jumping out as soon as he could.
He grabbed a