This time, his sleep was not crushing blackness. He drifted in blissful dreams, occasionally rising to the surface just enough to realize he was still warm and comfortable in the bed. Each time this happened, his hand moved to the side of the bed where she had been when he last saw her, searching, but each time he drifted into sleep once more before he could wake fully enough to find her.<br/><br/>He slept for hours. He would wake periodically, each time making a massive effort to keep himself conscious. One such attempt finally seemed to have worked. He didn't drift off right away, as he had so many other times. This time, he felt a trace of vitality, which had been lacking before. Maybe he was mending?<br/><br/>When he opened his eyes, an incredibly strange sight waited to greet him. He blinked slowly a few times, struggling to figure out what he was looking at. Slowly, the realization finally clicked into place, and he understood that his face was mashed into a fluffy pillow. The puff of feathers at either side of his head was what he was looking at, as his head was turned to the side.<br/><br/>This was incredibly amusing to him. It was a pillow. He snorted, then giggled. He'd been looking at a pillow. "Goodnnn.. muhrnin, pillow..." he continued to giggle.<br/><br/>He hesitantly stretched his limbs, careful not to move so much that it would hurt. His whole body felt heavy and warm... and yet it also felt like he was floating. He fond the sensation very pleasing, and simply lay there in silence, enjoying the ride as he floated around the room.