Robert didn't have the foggiest idea what time it was, nor did he give it a second thought. He wanted water to clean the soil out of his mouth. He moaned and used his right arm to toss his left arm over the side of the bed. The tingling sensation was excruciating. He squirmed his fingers, attempting to empower the blood stream. The clock read 6:50AM. It was too soon, however he was unable to invest any more energy on the torment bed. When he could feel his appendages, he was all going to pee and clean his teeth, then he could get dressed and return home for some genuine...