by crow » 03/26/2017 8:49 PM
More than anything else, however, sleep called to him. He shuffled in, closed the door behind him, and latched it shut before sinking into his bed. He considered, for a moment, closing the window, but somehow the thought of getting up again was astronomically unappealing. He settle for worming half-heartedly under his covers.
His bed was as barely furnished as the rest of his room, but he seldom cared about that. He especially didn’t care today. His headache redoubled as he closed his eyes, and he curled up and groaned softly, but he was too weary to even contemplate opening them again. Within minutes, he had drifted off, lulled by the dull throbbing and the ache in his bones.