Continued from Chapter 5.
Greyson didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to move, didn’t want to be here at all. He wanted to check out of reality altogether. Waking up had been a mistake, clearly. He yearned for some kind of unconsciousness.
“Come on, Greyson. Let’s get you cleaned up.” It was his mother. She was not about to let him sleep in. He could lie in bed doing nothing, but she would probably just carry him to the bathroom. He would rather not be carried, so he gathered up his courage and sat up to face the day.