He was lying in his tiny bed, thinking about the events of the night. Well, not much to think about, it was quite uneventful, really. It had been just a spark of moonlight shining through the window that had caught Arthur's eye just right, and made Merlin's heart beat a little bit faster than normal. His room was hot from the August sun beaming on it during most of the day, and despite his semi-nakedness he was sweating profously. With a sigh he closed his eyes. Great, he thought, he'll have trouble sleeping again. He blamed it on the heat.