"Whichever one is the closest." He really did not care at the moment. Sleep was calling his name. Softly, ever so softly like a lover. Pausing in the living room, he looked back at her, a little lost on where to go. He wanted sleep yet at the same time. He didn't want to fall into the dreams. The nightmares that haunted his sleeping moments. They weren't much different than the ones that haunted his waking hours. The only real difference was the fact he could escape the daylight ones. Not so much the night time ones. "I'm just tired and ready for sleep. Aren't you?"