Lying in bed, he shifted and felt each last ache as it penetrated his muscles. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this. Yesterday had kicked his ass, and it didn’t make a damned bit of sense. He rolled to his left and checked the clock. Five fifty. “Damn.” The alarm was set to go off at five. What the hell had happened? He checked the settings on his phone. He’d forgotten to set the alarm last night. Pissed at himself, he closed his eyes and counted to ten. Naked, he stood slowly. “Shit.” He rubbed the back of his neck and wandered into the bathroom. The mirror told a significant story. Dark circles under his eyes. Light perspiration on his forehead. He took a quick shower and dressed, his body telling him the best tactic. He could return to bed and go on sick call. Instead he powered through the weakness. He rummaged through his gear until he located his first aid and medical supplies. He checked his blood pressure and pulse and everything was normal.
