“I made food,” a familiar shadowy presence, Krobus, called from your doorway. It was six in the morning, exactly when you usually wake up.    “Void egg omelets. I can make more.” You came home late— perhaps you would be extra hungry? He paused in the doorway as he waited for the usual signs he could approach. Once you shuffled a bit, he did. He tried to be a helpful roommate—it wasn’t common for a human to invite a shadow person as a roommate.    He smiled at you. You humans were silly, he thought. Such a long time spent lying about unconscious, and so very upset when awoken. 

He didn’t sleep, instead preferring to lay down and close his eyes for however long felt appropriate. Although sometimes he worried your differences were too great to make this work.   Not that he didn’t like you—he believed whatever he felt was strong enough to qualify as love. He certainly loved your home, with many, many good spots for him to wedge into.