As he lay on the bed, kro stared up at the ceiling. Thoughts drifted in and out of mind, moulded, melted, dissolved, formed. He couldn't deny that he was happy- he was the happiest he had been in a long time, but when he went to sleep, he could no longer have a 'peaceful' sleep.
He slowly drifted into his own, personal hell, shaking ever so slightly, and moaning. Like the prior night, he would every so often reach out, for something, anything.
He slept until morning light came.