He's in bed. That tracks, that's where he belongs.
He's also being spooned, which, after a moment of picking through the haze, he realizes does Not track. Shifting around, he cranes his neck to see behind him, at the beard tickling the back of his neck, at--
"UGH!"
In his haste to scramble away, he falls on the floor.
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He's in bed. That tracks, that's where he belongs.
He's also being spooned, which, after a moment of picking through the haze, he realizes does Not track. Shifting around, he cranes his neck to see behind him, at the beard tickling the back of his neck, at--
"UGH!"
In his haste to scramble away, he falls on the floor.