5
I awoke the next morning to birds chirping outside my window. The sun's rays stole across my face, stealing a kiss. White clouds softened the caress on my cheek so that when my eyes opened, the light didn't glare back at me.
It's how I woke most days here in Camelot. Unlike the rest of the United Kingdom, the sun preferred to shine here and it rarely rained. The ground was fertile, the winters mild, and the summers breezy. This place was a magical paradise, after all.
I stretched my limbs, hearing my bones and tendons crack after such a fitful rest. Funny, I know. I was about to do something wicked, and I'd had no trouble getting to sleep. I'd always been this way, even in the days when my behavior would easily be considered criminal with no tinge of heroism. I suppose I always rested
