~ A Day in the Life ~
Gradually, he woke up; for some reason he was upside-down... and had a hunger for pancakes. The young man blinked, trying to dispel his drowsiness and the pounding in his head to figure out what was going on. At length, Caradin realized he was in his own apartment. His arms were tied behind his back and his legs were tied at the knees and ankles. Thankfully, he wasn't hanging: his shoulders were against the floor, but a rope was tied from his ankles to a sconce on the wall, preventing him from righting himself.
The room was no more trashed than normal, with his meager belongings scattered haphazardly around the temporary domicile. One special plant sat in the center of the room, and the bound youth let out a sigh of relief that the leafy purple fern was untouched. The sight of it made his arm start throbbing, though, in tune with the pounding in his head.
Before he could attempt to solve the mystery, a ceramic clatter came from the kitchen. He was