"For the first time in 90 years, he had seen the peaceful darkness of sleep.
The feeling was so wrong, so entirely human, that opening his eyes to see blurry darkness and a room he did not recognize was overwhelming to his senses. There was no peaceful darkness slithering in through an open window, no floral smell that saturated the furniture and the walls. He had awakened - and in some ironic twist, it was more horrifying that he had awoken alone.
He roughly jumped from the crisp, stale bed, the sheets tangled around his legs with evidence of a restless night of sleep. But it couldn't have been his sleep. He didn't sleep."