The Morning After the Night Before.
Rincewind was beginning to come out of a very deep sleep. He had had a dream of beautiful women tempting him with sack loads of potatoes. He smiled inwardly.
Being probably the most useless and unluckiest wizard on the Disc, he had grown to be very cautious. He had been able to train himself to leave his eyes closed when he woke up so he could register his surroundings without his 'captors' knowing he was awake. Many a time had he woken up in some strange land or the Broken Drum surrounded by scary prostitutes (and the prostitutes of Ankh-Morpork were SCARY) or weird foreigners with walking chests with hundreds of little legs. He just wanted to make sure he was all there and generally compos mentis.
He moved his arms to feel he was still in his bed, and then breathed in heavily through his nose. He mentally ticket off one of the options on his list. 'No, not in the Ankh' he thought. As the River Ankh mostly gave Ankh-Morpork it's aroma, he could tell he was not that near it. The Ankh was also generally a solid river but was a bit squishy in places (He had had first hand experience in knowing that), the bed had a springiness.
He felt along the sides of his bed. Yes there was definitely wood there, and the bed frame he was used to. He sighed. He knew he would have to wake up soon, he had nothing to do and in his mind that was a very good reason to wake up.
He wondered if anything would happen to him today, if Twoflower would return. It had been nice to talk to someone he contemplated, but he'd got in so many bizarre situations. He thought. He decided to open his eyes on the count of three.
One
Two
Three...
Rincewind screamed.
:) Well that's my first Discworld fic, I usually do Harry Potter but I wanted a change. Please r/r. I hope you like it!
~ Chocolate Fireguard
5th August 20000000000000- the year of the squashed vine weevil.