Malcolm Bright

Obligingly, he shut his eyes, but he did not fall asleep. He lingered there in that warmth that seemed to seep right into the centre of him for a couple of hours, then slipped carefully from the bed, gently so as not to wake Raylan up. He padded around the apartment, taking a shower, taking his medicine. He ordered some pancakes and sausages and crept down the stairs to get them from the delivery driver, putting them in the oven on low heat to keep them warm. He found the affirmation card from the previous night on the floor where he'd tossed it and slipped it into Raylan's coat pocket. By the time 7am came around, he was in a plank position on the floor, doing a breathing exercise.