A Lovely Light

Rest was when dreams could find him; thus, he did not rest.

The daily maintenance of his fragile world took precedence over sleep. Work came looking for him even when he'd had enough of it; he took the new tasks on with a smile and shoved himself further and further into the realm of the waking. A body built to survive stress that would kill a human thrived as hours lengthened to days lengthened to weeks without sleep. He didn't hallucinate, much.

Sleep took him as a challenge; often took him in the middle of doing something, and he collapsed on spot, a hamstrung puppet.

Gaignun and Albedo had much to commiserate on when it came to sleep.