Rest

As you get to your room at the end of the hall you can't stop thinking of how soft and nice your bed would be to fall asleep in. For what must have been months had you spent on the road with nothing to comfort you but the stars and the thoughts of your homeland. As you open the door to your room, amazed what detail the elves put even in to something banal as a bed. Soft woven sheets of what must be cotton, a square frame crafted with rich deep mahogany wood with both a head and feet board, topped of with bed knobs in each corner that looked like perfect spheres. Next to the bed on either side was two small round tables. Barely a meter away from the right side table is a window overlooking the town square, maybe in the daytime it was full of life but at this time of day only the last of the daylight was keeping you company. Beyond that there was only some small utilities a pot to piss in and a bathtub.

You throw your self in to the bed the springs shrieking in pain under your non elven weight & grace and as you sink in to matress you finally catch some shut eye.