Your sleep has been disturbed by the sunlight shining through your window.

Blasted sun. Waking you up and forcing you to face your day once more for the last few decades. You are NOT ready for whatever you have to do today.

You reach over to try to close the curtains, but your hand does not feel anything. You may have ended up on the edge of the bed opposite the window, so you move over a little bit to close the curtains. No dice. The wall or your bed has somehow moved elsewhere while you were sleeping, probably.

The sunlight is still assaulting your eyes, so you groan and wake up and give out a loud yawn. You instantly notice that you are not in your usual bedroom, or even in your usual bed. You are sleeping in a very large, king-sized bed with high class, fine silk sheets covering your body. The room you are in is quite grand, almost fit for a king with everything you would need to live a lavish life.

As you take in your surroundings, the door slowly swings open and a guy in a black and white suit steps in, bowing towards you slightly with their hand against their chest. The suit is tight against their body, showing every curvature of it.

"Good morning, my king. I hope you have slept well?"