Vespasian slept well, he slept like he usually did, curled up in a ball as if protecting himself from unseen threats. He was dreaming of women of course. He was dreaming of what he loved about them. He loved their smell, their hair, the way their clothes fit, and most of all the way that they were so...delicate...unlike his rather bulky broad-shouldered frame. He was kicked lightly and tried to jump to his feet in surprise ready to attack the unseen assailant. Unfortunately he was not so deft with his feet or his body mass and ended up falling off the bed, rolling and hitting the table causing a plate of left over chinese food to fall onto his face. "Curse you general Tso" he mumbled through the sauce and chicken. There were worse ways to wake up, and he had had them in the past. At least this one was tasty.