Judge was having the nap of his life.
The kind of nap clad around him like a warm embrace, where time seemed to melt away, and for once, he wasn't burdened by the weight of being himself. No chaos, no sudden disasters, no terrifying mentors, no overly concerned mother—just blissful, uninterrupted rest.
There was nobody to bother him this time. No Lediya hovering over him with disapproving glares. No Hawthorne bursting in with some new problem. No Amber knocking on his door. No Clio speaking in riddles.
Even his own subconscious, which had a nasty habit of replaying memories of his past self and a random dragon of yore he didn't want to remember, it had finally decided to shut up and let him be.
Tomorrow, there would be a party. A proper send-off for Amber before she embarked on her own journey, it was;t much of a journey when the destination was school, but he was happy for her misfortune.
