Neo woke only when his body had finally had enough sleep to drag him back up from it.
The room was darker than before, though not fully dark. Sunset had already reached the window, throwing a tired orange across the walls and the edge of the bed. He stayed there a little longer, staring at the ceiling, letting his body remember where it was. A real room. A real mattress.
He had slept far more than he expected.
Neo reached for his phone and checked the screen.
There were a few messages waiting for him.
One was from Snot.
How are you feeling? Want to meet one of these days? We need to talk about what we're doing now that Max and Marika are out.
Neo read that one twice before moving on.
The next was from Richards.
Hey, Neo. We didn't get to talk the other day. Come by my apartment when you can.
Cedric had left one too.
Thank you for what you told me. If you find anything interesting out there, I hope you'll let me know.
