
Photinus sat in a room that he had confirmed was unoccupied before making himself comfortable. He had closed the door so that no premonitions decided to squirm their way in. Lately he had been skittish and seeing things that were not there. Lack of sleep. Knowing this did not make him any less jumpy, nor did it encourage him to sleep. Knowing also that most shadows are not living things also did not help, nor did it keep him from jumping at the slightest noise or shift of light and shadow larger than what his companion fireflies could summon.
So... tired... He rested an eye over the palm of his hand. He had begun to drift when a soft sound skittered out of the darkness. His head bobbed upright but it was difficult to say anymore whether he had actually heard anything. He sighed. This has to stop. If I was in any danger I wouldn't be able to react at all...