Pre-ESB
Insomnia has its perks.
Sitting in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon alone is one of them.
If there's ever a time I can understand Han's devotion to this death trap, it's in the middle of the night.
When the ship's inhabitants are sound asleep.
When their footsteps, their voices, the metal clanking of their constant repairs is absent.
The quiet is nice; a precious commodity on this ship.
If you listen carefully.
The ship hums.
I can feel the slight vibration of machinery at work.
It's soothing.
And nice to know I'm not the only one who never sleeps.