Mac had woken you up about an hour ago, kissing your forehead with a soft goodbye as he departed for his morning run. You'd been drifting in and out of sleep since then, and now awake.

you can't move. Your limbs feel heavy and disconnected, and fatigue is burrowed deep into your bones. This flare up is particularly bad.

Distantly, you can hear the sound of the front door opening as Mac arrives home from his run.