Al lay sleeping in, yeah, you guessed it, a tree. He slowly opened his eyes, regaining consciousness.
Yawning and stretching his arms, he sat up, knocking his head on an overhanging branch.
He groaned a bit, rubbed his forehead, and began looking around.
It was Al's kind of day: Overcast, not too cold, and a slight drizzle coming down.
He smiled, pulled out a book, and began researching more spells.