Jon woke up, slowly. He dragged himself off of bed, feeling as if he had been hit by... by some... sleep thing.
"Oh man," He said, yawning. "That was a bad joke... thing." He stood in place, eyes closed, body aching but not aching.
"I need a shower." He added, finally.
Slowly he made his way to the shower. The water was turned on, the shampoo added. In no time he was back in his room, still somewhat groggy. He put on his clothes, but stood in front of the mirror, brow furrowed.
"No, this isn't right." He told his reflection. "This is too... too me. I need something... Different." He said, drifting off.
His eyes drifted to the door. "Zoe... I think something of hers might fit me... more like I need it."
