12:30am

The room is quiet and dark. He looks around, sure that we're both sleeping but I'm still awake, watching. He manages to get both feet over the side of the bed, grips the rails and tries to get up to a sitting position. He wants to escape, sure that he's been kidnapped, held against his will. I know he can't raise himself so I just lie there and watch. He struggles to sit up for a moment then falls back to the bed exhausted. Looks around to make sure his captors are still asleep. He tries again after a bit and fails again. This goes on over and over for about an hour till he's too tired to try anymore.