Taking his time with the nap, Akira slept for over two hours, curled up on her bed almost like an oversized cat, and all that time he held her (or at least so he thought). Only after that he finally awoke, opening his almond-shaped eyes to tight gaps, and turning to the side a little to stretch himself. Almost immediately he received the protests of his muscles and bones, uneager to let him move. He let out a silent groan, and returned to his original position, closing his eyes again. The effects of the painkillers he took in the morning in a hope to function normally during the day were almost gone, and he didn't think it would be easy to even get off the bed.<br/><br/>At least Abigail was still there... He moved one hand to her face to stroke her cheek, even though he still had the leather gloves on. "Are you awake?" he whispered. "I had a dream about you."