The stuff grew accustomed to his immobility and silence.

The massive shadows, cast all one way from the straight flame of the candle, seemed possessed of gloomy consciousness the immobility of the furniture had to my furtive eye an air of attention.

And there I was, lying there in this tiny space, hot, dark, claustrophobic, matchbox sized, behind my eyes, but it was really weird, like, after this went on for days, weeks, months, that space would get bigger and darker and cooler until I really looked forward to that half an hour of enforced immobility and rest, and I really looked forward to going to that place of darkness.