Serving the Commander

It's been far too long

Waking to the sound of a blaring alarm never remembering setting it while hitting your palm against its surface shutting it up. Glancing at the time seeing it's 545 am, sighing knowing that you *must* be presentable around the commander, even though you haven't seen him for more than a few minutes each day for weeks now, but in order to do that you have to get up.

Sitting up in bed rubbing your eyes while yawning, at least you've been slepping good for the first time in years. Standing walking towards your dresser drawer opening it rumbling through the mess of underwear trying to find something a little comfortable, deciding a simple pair of black thong underwear and matching bra will do fine for the day. Turning now heading towards the closet opening the doors still in awe of its massive selection, not sure what the day will hold or what activities you will be doing settling on a simple black skater dress that has a white neck trim with white cuffs at the sleeves. Choosing a pair of black flats hoping to give your feet a rest from the constant wear of heels, walking from the closet laying your clothes across the chair, now making your bed 'after all you can't oversee Ren's bed if you can't even make your own.'

Next getting dressed sitting in front of the vanity choosing to do a no makeup look with a simple cat eye winged liner and neutral lipstick. Pulling your hair into a ponytail realizing today you look so much more effortless than you had in weeks hoping that it won't make you look lazy. Deciding to skip out on the jewelry today as nothing really matches the casual look you are going for.

At that moment, your droid comes wheeling into the room with a plate of breakfast it greets you informing you of the meal as it sets it up on your bed. 'Oh, great you already did your makeup not even thinking about food since you usually didn't eat but once or twice a day on your old planet.' Walking to the tray thanking the droid as it rolls away. Opening the silver lid, taken back by the massive breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, a biscuit, and toast, all served with coffee, orange juice and milk. Thinking 'damn, do they think I eat this much?' Even though deep down inside you probably could eat the entire plate choosing only to eat the toast and the coffee.

Before leaving the room touching up your lipstick rechecking yourself in the mirror thinking 'am I up to the commanders standards? I must be, I mean after all he did specifically choose these outfits. (Shrugging) his words not mine.' Turning heading for the door ready to start the workday. Walking down the still darkened hallway remembering to turn left another left and a right down a long hallway turning once more to the right where you see the commander's door at the end of the hall.

Stopping for a moment as if to gain the courage to go back in there, remembering the frightening interaction from a few weeks ago walking as you keep thinking 'please already be gone please be gone please be gone.' Arriving at the door it flings open with ease you aren't sure if it's programmed to sense you or something else but regardless walking inside.

Much to your delight seeing that the bed is empty with the blankets pulled back, then to your disgust noticing his clothes piled on the floor in a clump, right next to the hamper. 'Typical.' Rolling your eyes. Grabbing the clothes putting them into the hamper you turn to strip the bed of its linens, by doing so you get whiffs of eucalyptus mixed the same natural musk you are becoming familiar with on his pillow. Even still you are slightly bothered by enjoying the scents, rolling up the linens shoving them into the hamper as well then heading towards the closet where Doris has previously showed you the fresh pair would be waiting, the spot that you are to put the cleaned linens once they are done washing.

Picking up the sheets feeling how silky they are to the touch running your fingers along the top of the fabric, moving to the bed beginning to replace the sheets. Frustrated by the size of his bed and slightly being lazy not wanting to walk around to place the fitted sheet on to his bed, crawling on to the top pulling at the sheets.