Xan woke slow and steady from his afternoon nap in the middle of the pool. He had no memory of climbing onto the yellow inflatable lounge, nor of releasing it from its long slumber in the shed, where it had gathered dust since he'd bought it as a housewarming gift for himself three years ago.
Nonetheless he felt content. He had a slight hard-on, and he'd aced his fourth-level warlock exams, and his yard's translucent protective sphere filtered just the perfect degree of sun to the pool. He'd sprung for the extra UV protection. Worth every penny.
Then he remembered the internet was still down and his zen dissipated.
