Michael sat up slowly, the linen sheet slipping off his bare torso.
The floor was cold beneath his feet as he stood, but he didn't flinch.
Without rushing, he made his way to the bath.
There was also water in the large bath tub but it was cold.
However Michael didn't care.
Michael lowered himself into the water and leaned back, letting his body relax. The cool sensation seeped into his skin, but his mind remained clear.
After scrubbing his skin clean and running a cloth over his hair, Michael rose, water dripping from his form.
Michael stepped out and reached for the towel, wiping himself dry with slow, methodical movements.
Once done, he walked over to the wardrobe.
It was built into the wall, tall and wide, its doors opening to reveal rows of neatly hung garments. Robes lined with fine thread.
Tunics dyed in rare colors like midnight blue and forest green.
Some had delicate patterns stitched into them.
