You were two and a half inches tall. It was so hard to get around… well it used to be. Currently you were watching tv as he slept on the couch behind you. He seemed exhausted from going to Penacony. He was sleeping face down. Usually he’d actually get in bed and bring you with, but he just passed out. It was dark with the only light being the tv. He thankfully managed to pull the coffee table close enough that there wasn’t a gap between the couch and the table before he passed out. It was quiet as the tv was turned down by a lot. He stirred slightly signaling that he was having a nightmare or at least starting to have one. This man chose to take you in and it did hurt to see him about to have a nightmare again.