He was only waiting for her to leave so that he could be alone... he wasn't going to... to sleep... His thoughts bounced around in his skull as if it had become hollow, and he found his brain had become frictionless. It was like trying to catch a slimy fish with just his hands. Each time he took hold of a thought, it wriggled free again.<br/><br/>He was unaware of the fact that his head was bobbing, his eyelids drooping. When she touched his hair, he unconsciously leaned into her touch, allowing his neck muscles to relax. His eyelids followed suit and relaxed as well. As soon as she pulled her hand from his face, his head flopped where ever it fell and staid there. His breathing became slow and even, a soft snore caused by his cricked neck.<br/><br/>He slid into dreams of peace and warmth, and for once, such things didn't bother him. Normally a setting like this would make hi uneasy, but this time, he relaxed, and strolled along the bank of the river happily. It might have been minutes or years later when he heard a voice call to him, disturbing his peace. He frowned, grumbled something incoherent and rolled his head on the pillow, weakly turning away from the disturbance. The voice persisted however, and this time, he caught a faint trace of meaning to the words. A bath was mentioned. He didn't want a bath. He wanted to go back to sleep. He began trying to do just that, but before he could manage it, reason returned to him, and he remembered where he was.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes and looked around, squinting into the light that stabbed his eyelids like hot pokers. His new mistresses were there. He tried to think through the fog of drugs.<br/><br/>"Wha..." he tried to sit up, instinctively snapping to attention in the presence of his Mistresses, and spoke in a thick, slurred voice though he tried to sound alert, "Misstrsss... 'm surry...."