Skull loved sleep.
He loved bundling up in his warm blankets, pillows upon pillows surrounding him. The covers would be all freshly laundered of course, because nothing put him to sleep easier than the smell of fresh sheets.
He would forget all his everyday, mundane (and the not-so mundane) happenings and dream.
But whilst he loved sleeping and would wish to stay in the embrace of dreams, the problem was that he didn't need a much sleep.
He would always wake up 3 hours after he fell asleep. And no matter how hard he tried, he could not fall asleep until the evening.
He would simply lay in bed, with no success trying to squeeze in just a few more hours, minutes even of that sleep, anything to just forget-
Skull loved sleep.
He just didn't need it as much.