Snippet #1646203

Seb's head lolled sideways as he drifted off to sleep, his black jacket on his lap. He really should have stayed awake, and he really had tried, honest, but sleep had overtaken him easily. His dart tube had rolled away from his hand, and his wings were half out. His body was splayed like a cast away doll. When he was asleep, Seb always took up as much space as he could. He also made sure, from years of practice, that he was not breathing. It made it easy to play possum in case of emergencies, and hell, what kind of idiot would stab an already dead body? It is a waste of energy, and anyone who was stealthy enough to get close to him while asleep probably wouldn't be all that stupid. But hey, you never know. That was why he had his dart tube out. But being a cylinder, acted on by gravity, it had made it's escape from his hand and was halfway across the room. His mouth was half open and his brow was slightly furrowed from the dream he was having, which he would recall vaguely later as having something to do with his sister and a taco. Sweet sleep.