"Felix turns over once he hears the door shut. He looked at the clock only to notice it been an hour since he had read his letter. How deep in thought was he in that he didn't realize it had been an hour? Felix looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. Oh, how he loved being by himself. Being lonely was different from having your own time. Felix hated the feeling of loneliness but loved it when he was in his deep thoughts. Only his accepted deep thoughts."