((You could remember few things, flashes of light, explosions off in the distance, boots hitting dirt churning into mud from the dead. You wake up, soft sheets, almost like silk. You sit up looking around. The rooms only description could be is beautiful. Plants, and drapes decorated the room. Someone stirs next to you.))

Mmmmh…Oh…You’re awake. You know that you humans are so funny when you sleep. You say all sorts of things.