The cautious rustle of the trees outside. The gentle rays of sunshine, seeping through the blind that separates the mortal world and your throne room. No man-made sound can be heard in the vicinity. This is it. This is how an afternoon nap befitting a ruler should be. If anyone were to interrupt it, they'd have to be... "You're in my way, worm!" ...An inhuman monster. "Asleep?! Pfft, in that case I'll have the pleasure of doing the waking, myself!" A ruckus outside: hasty steps of the retreat...