Given how Dylan’s mind was constantly active and in a state of El Thoughtzos all day, the first few minutes in to slumberland, he’d be in that state where his body would kind of jerk and twitch so that when he finally dropped off, he was dead to the world. He’d be sprawled out, snoring, yeah lol, but not an obnoxiously loud snorer. Liked the room dark and if any sliver of light came in his bedroom in the late morning on a weekend, he’d have a pillow over his face so he could continue to Zzzzzz until 1 pm when mom would peek her head in the room. Really hard to wake him up, he’d be blurry eyed af for a while and staring and quiet. Yeah, a cuddler, a spooner with his arm and leg lazily drapped over his gal engulfing her, and his face and nose buried in the nape of her neck, drooling a wee bit. lol Sleep would be the reprieve from the burden of his mind; the escape from being the ‘transceiver of the everything’.