Stoic silence came with the bright morning sun. Vukan tossed around some bit and paused with his hand lading on his face and the warmth of the sun landing on a rather bizarre angle on his body than he was used to. With both eyes still closed and his hands slowly moving along his body to ascertain he was unclad, he felt his jaw slowly begin to drop and his senses gathering thoughts on what was going on.
In that instant, it became apparent that he was not at home and he wasn't in his usual environment. Feeling for the sheets and realizing they were silk in texture only cemented his worries and prompted his eyes open. Slowly, but definitely, his thoughts became a reality and the strange bedroom he had never slept in before but which he was now unclad in, burst forth and to focus.
"Oh my God!" he alarmed, startled by the fact he knew where exactly he was and whose house he was in.
