Normally, when people wake up from dreams, it's in a shock during your favorite part or when you realize you can open your eyes. For me, it's the same thing every morning: I wake up peacefully with my eyes opening slowly to the morning. I think it's the work of Azura or just the effect of waking up from Moonshadow. All I know is that I always wake up in time to see the sunrise. I find myself in Breezehome, sleeping in my leather sleep clothes under my sabre cat pelt blanket. I stand up and examine my wooden abode. Gosh, it's so rustic: just how I like it! I could have gotten Honeyside Manor , but Breezehome held a place in my heart. I remember when I just slew my first dragon, the gold from it being enough to support my Breezehome fund. I remember falling asleep like a rock after that before finally heading to Balgruff. He thought I was dead! After Alduin was nothing but scales, all of the Jarls offered me the homes for sale in their cities but I stayed with Breezehome. I reminisce on these memories as I walk outside to the cold air of Whiterun. Everyone is still asleep: except for me and… "Meeko!" I cheer silently as I spot my trusted hunting companion. He has a dead rabbit in his mouth as he trots playfully over to me and plops it in front of me. I take out my pajama dagger (I keep at least one in all of my clothes) and skin it slovenly. I figure that he won't care if it has a little fur on it, cut off one of the rabbit's leg and toss it to Meeko. He catches it mid-air and chews on it thoroughly. I take this opportunity to climb up to the top of my humble home and witness the sunrise. It still hasn't come up yet and I patiently wait for it to make it's usual fashionably late appearance, when I hear a familiar kaw! I spot my other trusted hunting companion, Norok. He's a hawk that always seems to like the sunsets as much as me. I decided to name him Norok one day, the dragon word for fierce. He's perfect for catching bait for giant bugs and snares. He rests on the roof scaffolding and looks toward the sun as it starts to appear. I cut another piece of rabbit and hold it out for him. He looks at it and pecks at it curiously until he recognizes me and snatches the meat and gobbles it with content. I look to the sky again to witness the magic that is the sunrise. It starts out as a small orb of light, first appearing as a sliver, then a chunk, then a fully grown circle of light and wonder. The sun rises slowly but surely into the sky until it casts its sunshadow, as I call them. When the clouds turn orange, yellow and pink, that's a sunshadow. I breath deeply as the sky changes from the warm colors on the earliest morning to the sky blue of day. Whiterun slowly awakes, the people bustling about their daily lives. I watch them with intrigue, wondering what it's like to be normal. To not be Dovahkiin. To not have horns. To be human. To be even a regular Dunmer. Why couldn't I just be a regular Dunmer? I was just like them, except for horns and sunken yellow eyes. I couldn't even have Dunmer eyes, red glowing eyes that scream "Fear me, I'm a force to be reckoned with!". I climb down to stop myself from getting mopey again. I stayed inside on a perfectly good day of adventuring because on it. Adventuring takes morale. I go back inside and eat breakfast. I decide on sweetrolls, milk, eggs, and other breakfast goodies. After a tummy full of sweetstuff, I walk over to my masterchest and choose my armor for today. It decide on leather armor with my Nightingale Bow and Steel Arrows, since I don't plan on any hardcore adventuring today. I walk outside again and greet some denizens of Whiterun. I exchange a few words with Irileth on her new horse and greet the neophyte in Kynareth's temple. She is my age and is an expert in Restoration. I ask her to return my restoration book later and I go on my way. Meeko tags along a few paces behind and Norok is perched on my shoulder, scoping the vast landscape.
We walk for a while until we reach a giant's camp. Slowly, the astounding giants herd their mammoths with unbreakable authority. I have no intentions of killing the giants or the mammoths. Not today at least. I respect the giants. I only sneak here to sneak some gold from their chests and pilfer some mammoth cheese. Boy, that stuff is good. I figure they're never going to buy anything with the gold and I just take it. I watch them for a while until I spot a stag in the distance, worthy for my first kill of the day. I'm too busy watching the mammoths so I just command Meeko. "Sick'em " I simply say as I point in the deer's general direction. He sprints ferociously toward the beast as I spot a giant straying away from the others. I watch with growing anxiety. "Is he going toward Meeko? Impossible! Why would he attack him unprov-" I think as I watch a sad sight. The giant swings it's mighty club with a mighty arch that launches Meeko all the way to Secunda as I watch as a bystander. I go into rage mode, unsheathing my bow and arrows, fitting the arrow's notch into the string . I pull the string back with great strength and as I'm about to aim, I hear a familiar roar. My string releases itself and flies unguided into the neck of the giant I was aiming for. I guess I'll deal with that knurl later, since I got bigger fish to fry, I think as I take a new arrow from my quiver and load it as I face a Blood Dragon. If only I brought my sword….