Those minutes where he is alone,just he and his pillow. He thinks,alot. He thinks about everything,anything. It varies from,”what am I doing with my life?” to “did I have homework ?” The room is so silent,but his mind is so loud. It drives him crazy because the things he would never think about, he thinks about them at that point. Sometimes, he hate it because it brings up things he would rather never think about again. The split second before sleep is the most active second of his life.