Because when he finally closes his eyes, the blanket huddled close in a tight embrace, he is transported into another world.
He does not know why, and he does not know how, it just happens. He is in this alternate universe completely contrasting his own, he is afraid.
What if this was real, and the other one was a lie? What if he was living life under presumptions that it was all a dream?
In this world he is a boy who simply lived. He is an epitome of what people call the "Light" just because he inhales air and exhales air without much problem.
He is a child who did not die, like many children today. He wakes up, still groggy and tired as he smashes the age-long alarm clock on his bedside table, a stack of old cookbooks belonging to his Aunt. His vision, an absolute blur, cannot see through the smudges of rainbows etched in front of him, so he uses his hands. They become his temporary eyes, touching and feeling anything that comes their way. His foot hits something astray and he stumbles on the floor, a bruise mark near his pelvis bone burns in agitation from the fall. His eyes come in contact with the empty room beneath is head. He sees a slight shine, something circular and glass-like.
He blinks slightly and his vision is restored, yet he has done nothing about it. He blinks owlishly at the space under his head and sees an old plush toy he used to keep, a white dragon. It snorts in approval at the sudden attention directed at it. He forgets about the pain on his lower hip, the bruise was gone.
He smiles and grabs the animated stuffed dragon and hugs the remaining warmth it still holds from a few years back, the memories are still lukewarm, greatly calming him.
His breath hitches as he feels a small point poke at his suddenly malnourished body. He looks down at the source and sees a broken pair of small, circular glasses with scotch tape sticking at odd ends, all signs of the dragon was gone.
The small line, creating an intersection between two perfect circles snaps and he cries in frustration.
Instinct suggests he get a small amount of scotch tape waiting innocently inside the drawer in his little cupboard under the stairs. He walks to the drawer and digs deep into it. His supply of scotch tape is running low, especially when Dudley and Pierre have "Harry-hunting".