A bright, new day

You wake slowly, from a deep and dreamless sleep that's left you refreshed to your very core. It takes a moment for you to remember why you're feeling so good, then your bleary gaze flickers down to the basket below your bed and you smile thinly.

Little Doe is still sleeping, his slender body curled up on top of the pillow. He looks so delicate and ****, and you can see tracks of tears running down his pretty cheeks. You wonder how long he stayed up crying last night. There's drool too, from where the gag has stopped him closing his mouth properly. He must have found it so very embarassing and you find yourself wishing you'd stayed up a little later so you could watch him wriggle and blush.

You sit up, stretching your arms above your head. The war is over and you have your prize. It'll be time to sail home soon. Your crew is familiar with your penchant for early mornings, and they should be waking from their own hammocks right about now, ready to prepare your flagship for the short journey back.

You could get dressed and go out to supervise, but no-one will begrudge you a little more time spent enjoying your slumbering Doe.