Awake...
Vakiyv stirred in his sleep, the sunlight blinding him. He jolted from his sleep and shuddered when he looked below him and saw the space between himself and the bed. Whatever it triggered dropped him to the bed, dipping his weight into it, nearly cracking the frame. Sweat clustered over his temple, what must have happened to him. He glanced over the intricate chinoiserie walls of natural green coupled with a bespeaking gold to portray the status of the young boy. The drapes were wildly apart, streaking the room with the sun's beautiful rays. The vast room was furnished extravagantly with furniture he might never have use for. His senses had heightened, and he picked up every sound that seemed louder than a thousand horns. Vakiyv closed his ears, trying to stop the chatters.
"Silence." He screamed, but it did more harm than good.
He braced his torso on his angled elbows and looked over the foot of the bed where a golden futon lay.
