He ate. He ate a little of everything. Greens and fruits, meats and breads, cheeses that he hadn't tasted since before he could remember. When he found the sweets, he stared at them before sampling them in the same way. His stomach was full and even bulging slightly when he fell back from the table and stared at what he'd left behind. Enough for breakfast. Enough for lunch the next day.

His eyes closed. For the first time in weeks, he knew where his next meal was. It gave a security he'd missed.

With his stomach full, he went into the bedroom and disrobed to his underwear to wash off, and then he attempted to lay down. But almost as soon as he laid down, he found himself uncomfortable. No matter how he laid, it felt like the softness of the bed was swallowing him.

By morning, the bed had been remade and he was asleep in the floor on the thick carpet of the sitting room. That, he could live with.