

HDMI1 says a box in the upper left corner of the screen. The room goes suddenly silent and floods with blue light. “Oh, ninnyhammers,” Aziraphale mutters, squinting at the buttons. On the telly, grainy members of The Clash wail on guitars to a sea of raised hands and permed hair. Crowley feels rather than sees Aziraphale uncross his legs.Īziraphale shrieks and fumbles the remote. “I say,” Aziraphale says, six inches stage left, “if you’re not going to watch it, can we at least turn the volume down, my dear?”Ĭrowley’s eyes flick from the glow of his laptop up to the glow of the telly, which is playing yet another episode of MasterChef. Tonight, therefore, is an exception rather than the rule. He loves coiling up around Aziraphale’s soft body more than any sun-warmed rock he’s ever baked upon, because rocks don’t give you little forehead kisses at periodic intervals. He loves snoozing in the lamplight while Aziraphale finishes his latest book. Since the Apocalypse That Wasn’t, Crowley has slept like a rock almost every single night, because he has recently discovered the infinite pleasure that is sharing a bed with someone you love. A third, secret reason which is none of your business.Sleep is, at its heart, an act of trust, and Crowley isn’t generally in the business of doing that.It took humans entirely too long to invent mattresses.(The average human, in comparison, sleeps through a whole third of their lifespan.) This may seem like quite a lot of days spent sleeping, until you realize that the denominator that must be applied is about two million, and then simple math will tell you that actually, Crowley has only been asleep for roughly three percent of his time on Earth. For example, he slept through 165 AD, the second half of the fourteenth century, the entire eighteenth century, King George V, and the last fifty-odd Boxing Days. They may choose to enjoy these luxuries on occasion, but they do not in any way require them to survive.Ĭrowley likes to sleep. It should be obvious that neither the occult nor the ethereal require sleep, in the same way that they do not require food, or sunlight, or breathing, or the delicious, electric sizzle of Tata Harper Next Generation Beauty Smoothing Body Scrub (Vanilla Mint Edition).
