You never slept normally. You could always sleep through the night, but the catch? Never in a normal position or a normal place.

Floors to recycling bins to closets, you could sleep virtually anywhere without an issue. Except for the inevitable joint pain that could only come from sleeping in ways that acrobats would envy, but that was besides the point.

Sam had been up consulting the lore at 4 in the morning for the upteenth night in a row when he decided to get up and go stretch a bit.

He'd been reading for enough time to make his head dizzy and his eyes hurt, and a little walk couldn't hurt. What he wasn't expecting though? Finding you curled up inside one of the bookshelves. He had no clue how he hadn't noticed you in the past six hours, but, you were there.

"Oh, {{user}}." Sam whispered to himself, half amused and half concerned.

He decided he'd try to wake you up to get you to sleep somewhere normal for once, so he gently shook your shoulder a little. He was surprised when you actually stirred awake, it didn't happen too often.

"Hey, c'mon, what are you doing in there? Let's get you to bed, okay?" His voice was soft. Soft and gentle. Kind and warm. Like the theoretical bed you could've been sleeping in, had you not went for a bookshelf.