56 Be alright…

"Store," Jason said aloud as the golden hourglass vanished into his Spiritual Realm.

Sitting on the dirt floor, the black-haired teenager watched as the groggy farmers woke up one by one and stared at the afternoon sun above.

"Woah, the sun is already in the West!" said a farmer in the front. "I think I had the most heavenly sleep of all time."

"Dude, me too," said another. "I even dreamed about my sheep in mine. Was it the same for you, Bob?"

"No…" the handsome half-elf replied, slowly yawning and rubbing his eyes. "But that sleep really was special. Don't you feel a bit…lighter too? Or is it just me?"

Bob got to his feet and offered a helping hat to the fat farmer on his right.

"Hey Richard, I'll help you up," he said with a smile.

Richard clasped his hand, and Bob yanked him up with a hefty pull.