He sleeps. He sleeps and leaves me right here waiting. Waiting on what? The minion pinned it and, alas even when I agreed with him I could not help myself. If you want someone to sleep, bond them. Whatever little hideaway he has himself in, I am considering retrieving him from it. He's not the worlds most masculine man, after all. It couldn't be all that difficult, though admittedly, my legs don't work like the used to before. Perhaps I shall entice him out with a game of sorts, send out a signal with cups or something? Who knows.

Even so, I have to wake myself. I cannot continue to slumber and leave the people I care about adrift once again. How many times before have we all just drifted back to sleep with nary a word spoken? Lost ourselves to it, only to wake again for what seems like a fraction of a moment before sleep reclaims us once more into its depths. I will battle to wake, for there are people I love, people who deserve to know that I do love them.

They make my life worthwhile. I shall tell them with a smile, it's all about them.