It was a routine he would never get used to. Yet again, he found himself waking up slowly, and couldn't quite remember where he was. Everything felt so heavy. Even thoughts were heavy, more difficult than they should be. He heard voices near by and his warrior's instincts cut in. One should never be sleeping when there were people near by. In sleep, one let his guard down, and that was dangerous when others were around. To this slave, no one in the world was dependable. Everyone was a threat. The sound of voices near by brought life to his body as nothing else could.<br/><br/>When he was finally able to peel his eyes open, he rolled them in search of the source of the sounds. He found himself sprawled in a large and comfortable bed-- the same one from before. He remembered it now, the memories slamming back to place in his thoughts. One arm was up under a very fluffy pillow, the other was stretched out on the mattress beside him. His legs were stretched out diagonal to the bed, taking up the entire thing. He felt as though he'd been sleeping for a very long time, but still felt as though all he wanted was to curl up and sleep some more.<br/><br/>He ignored this desire, however, and blinked at the two people sitting near by. His eyes, bleary as they were, missed nothing. He noticed every detail about the man. Though the memory was distant and dim, he suspected this was the man he remembered meeting once before. Rubbing the grogginess of sleep from his eyes, he searched for something proper to say. He could think of nothing that felt right, but he had to say something. His deliberations lasted only a second.<br/><br/>"Sir..." he croaked, cleared his voice, and tried again, "Master, I apologize. I over slept. Please forgive me for keeping you waiting."