Nectar of the Gods

The alarm had already gone off twice. Time, he supposed, to get up.

Felt awful. Head fuzzy. Tongue tasted of asparagus. Also possibly fuzzy. Would have thought he had a hangover. The thought provoked, if not a smile, then at least the right frame of mind for smiling.

Something to wake him up, that was the ticket. A peppy drink. Ambrosia? Meh. Perhaps the mortals had come up with something interesting. He peered out the window, looking down at his world.

“Oh, stuff me,” he muttered after a long, appalled silence.

He went back to bed. Another millennium, at least.