Tats’ energy was sustained for about six hours, at which point his eyes began to droop again. He almost considered taking another sniff of Green, but he didn’t want to make a habit of it. His plight was ameliorated by a glow in the sky which suggested the cruel night was finally breathing its last.
Tats then decided that a little assistance from Sleep would perhaps be the best remedy to his fatigue, rather than risking addiction to this pernicious substance. The thought of sleeping during the day also seemed less terrifying than in the cavernous night. He nudged Valiant over to a grove of trees, and as soon as it seemed they were safely tucked away from the sight of any passersby, he tied up Valiant, who then promptly lay down and breathed slowly and heavily.
Tats lay down against Valiant, using his warm, soft side as a pillow, and before he knew it he was out like a light.
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