Samuel was sprawled out in his hammock, one arm lazily draped over the edge as steady sound of his slow, heavy breathing filled the room.

His tangled brown hair stuck out in all directions, Sammy was the kind of man that was relaxed in a way that made time feel like it was moving slower just being near him, By now his body looks molded into the hammock like he’d been there for days.

A slight snore escaped his lips, and he shifted, but only enough to tuck himself deeper into the blankets. It was hard to imagine him moving at all, much less getting out of bed anytime soon.