I rested on Zanthus' office couch. I was exhausted. Waking up at five in the morning was something that I wasn't very fond of. I couldn't comprehend how Zanthus was able to do it almost every day without complaints; I had only done it for one, and I collapsed from depletion.
Zanthus had developed a routine, however, so he was used to waking up during the much too early hours...I wasn't.
But he made sure his office was pin-drop silent as I rested on his couch. He had taken off his sweater at some point, and rested it over me. The smell of pine and pepper almost acted as chloroform; making me drowsy until I just gave up. I succumbed to the sleep my mind craved.
And I slept for all of what felt like five or ten minutes. My consciousnesses came back to me when I heard hushed talking in the
