ilovesmesomeanakin

 Anakin stirred slightly as the soft light of morning spilled in through the open door flap of his tent and illuminated his peaceful, sleeping countenance.  He grunted a little as the light fell upon his closed eyes.  "Go away," he quietly ordered the visitor standing in his doorway, "I'm still sleeping."  At the sound of his own human voice, his eyes snapped open and he sat up, hands flying to his clean, shaven face.  No fur.  No claws.  "Who's there?" he demanded, frantically feeling around the floor for his lightsaber. "It's just me, Anakin" was the comforting reply.  "Relax; everything's all right now." The young Knight stopped search