My favourite time of the day is early in the morning, believe it or not. Now, I'm not particularly a morning person, but that's the time of day when Mello finally gives out under exhaustion and crashes for the night—or I guess it's for the morning, by that time.
Mello goes through a lot of hurt throughout the day, whether he acknowledges it or not. He tries to put on a tough front to try to fool the whole world, and I assume it's also to fool himself more than anything. He braves the world by himself, known as a criminal, a villain, while sporting painful, guilt-ridden emotions all the while. But Mello can't let anyone inside the real him, to allow them to be conscious of his sympathetic sentiments. Because he'd be dead if they knew.
The only time Mello is completely calm is when he's sleeping. He doesn't snore, mumble, roll around or anything; he just crashes, like someone pulled out his power cord. But that's doesn't make him a deep sleeper. Usually, Mello wakes up multiple times during his sleep, drenched in sweat, with fear and guilt coiled around him tighter than he could ever pull the blankets around himself.
But on rare occasions, Mello gets a good night's sleep. Those are rare, precious occasions, which he and I both relish. His inner child seeps through, and he looks so gentle and delicate, which probably rings truer than you'd expect. And finally, he able to escape from the cruel world, Kira, and all the crap we're going through, into his blissful ignorance. There, he's never had to kill or hurt anyone, or commit any of the sins that weigh heavy on his soul.
Mello doesn't like sleeping though, as it's the time when his subconscious mercilessly attacks him, assailing him with horror-filled nightmare after horror-filled nightmare. He says that he feels vulnerable when he sleeps, and Mello, with his inferiority-complex, obviously doesn't like that.
I don't think of his sleep as a weakness though, and I sometimes wish that he could rest forever in a peaceful slumber (not in the death sense though). But in any case, Mello would never be able to rest for that long. He'd spring up after a short period of time, and take another stab at the cold world, and try to leave his own mark, as if to prove worth to our meaningless existences.
But of course, I have my own reasons for taking a liking to the morning hours; it's not just all about Mello. I'm fond of mornings because it's the only time when all Hell isn't breaking loose, because Mello is finally calm. It's a small morsel of alone time I can revel in, without Mello's hectic events intruding. One can only take so much of a person like Mello, after all.