Waking up at home

((To be clear, every character in this story is 18 or older.))

You blink slowly, not quite awake enough to process the room around you, trying to make sense of the dream that is rapidly fading. Something about being granted some magical power to…make new powers? All powered by…Life Points? 'Well, that’s a terrible name.'

LP: 550

You sit up suddenly at the strange sensation. You’d been thinking about the idea of Life Points as it was presented in your dream (one of those half-formed ideas that make less sense once you’re awake), and suddenly you felt a very distinct…knowing, you guess? You somehow just knew that, with your current semi-rested state, that would translate to exactly 550 Life Points. You’re not fully rested (That was a weird dream, after all), and your neck is a bit sore from sleeping at an odd angle. It’s just the strangest way to think about it, though, like a tank half-full-

LP: 550

You shake your head, pushing away the strangely persistent fragment of your dream, and realize what must have woken you up - you can smell waffles from somewhere downstairs.

Rolling out of bed and throwing a shirt and sweatpants on, you run your fingers through your unruly mop of hair as you head downstairs, eager to get some whipped cream on your waffles before your older sister Rachel uses it all up.