The next thing Jon knew, he was lying in the crib in his room, with sun streaming in through the window. It could not have been long past seven in the morning. Jon sat up and tried to get out, but he could not move the railing. He gingerly stood up and swung his leg over the side.
He made it over, but his foot was still a foot over the floor, and the pressure on his groin resting on the railing was somewhat uncomfortable. He tried to swing his other leg over the edge, but his foot got caught between a pair of slats. He tipped over the side, let out a short yell, and landed with a loud thud. "Ow..." he groaned.
