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Moby struggled to open his weary eyelids, blinking a few times with his really blurry vision, looking at the wooden desk that seemed all too familiar to him and his prepubescent hands that laid on top of it, most likely where he rested his head. He rubbed his eyelids, trying to wake himself up and clear his eyesight before letting out a deep long yawn that reverberated throughout the entire room, making the sound of many giggles enter his ears. 

He could not remember what he was doing and where he was as his mind and body still felt extremely hazy... All that he could recall was that he was in a soothing, deep sleep that felt serious yet almost heavenly at the same time.