Sighing, he took the book from where it had been left on the ledge, lowering himself back down into his corner as he flipped through it. It wasn't one he'd read before and he did love books; he smoothed his hand down over the pages gingerly, smiled, held it close like holding something precious.
Even though his stomach gurgled and complained of hunger, he didn't eat. It wasn't appealing to him. The book, at least, promised to hold his attention for a while. So he read until he fell asleep, book still nestled in his arms as he leaned his head against the wall, eyes closed in light slumber. There was no knowing day from night down in the Phantom's lair. In a way, that helped. Normally an insomniac that woke as soon as the sun broke across the horizon, down here there was only darkness and candles. The disorientation confused his usual cycle. Not that his sleep was deep, and he certainly wasn't comfortable, sleeping on the floor in his corner.
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Sighing, he took the book from where it had been left on the ledge, lowering himself back down into his corner as he flipped through it. It wasn't one he'd read before and he did love books; he smoothed his hand down over the pages gingerly, smiled, held it close like holding something precious.
Even though his stomach gurgled and complained of hunger, he didn't eat. It wasn't appealing to him. The book, at least, promised to hold his attention for a while. So he read until he fell asleep, book still nestled in his arms as he leaned his head against the wall, eyes closed in light slumber. There was no knowing day from night down in the Phantom's lair. In a way, that helped. Normally an insomniac that woke as soon as the sun broke across the horizon, down here there was only darkness and candles. The disorientation confused his usual cycle. Not that his sleep was deep, and he certainly wasn't comfortable, sleeping on the floor in his corner.