He was lying down. He knew it was highly possible he had flopped over somehow. Perhaps he was drunker than he thought. He felt warm, and the warmth beckoned him to close his eyes once again. His big toe complained that it was cramped, but he knew he could have ignored it enough to drift off. He noticed a rather fluffy blanket draped over him and snuggled into its depths, but lowered his brows at a regular droning noise he heard. He leaned his head back into the pillow, and let out a breath to smell the lingering fumes in his lungs.
Pillow?
No longer interested in sleep, he lifted his head.
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