Daytime

When he napped during the day he untucked the sheets and left his bedroom door open. He didn't want to be hidden when the sun was out, when people were around. Even though he wouldn't see the faces or hear the voices or footsteps in the house while he slept, he wanted to be available to them. The lights were always on, the curtains drawn. There was a loneliness to being asleep during the day when things were easier to observe. He felt he was missing things, and so he did his best to have his life continue in warm and vibrant sights in front of his failing eyelids.