Haven’t slept properly since I got here. I snap awake at 4am for reasons I don’t fully understand. I’ve been twisting around in this bed for five hours. I will give up shortly, get up and look at the weather. I got to practise talking to other people yesterday. This is important for me, because I can go for weeks without getting to have an extended vocalised conversation with somebody. And afterwards I get a sore throat, because I’m not accustomed to that much speech. Yes, this is what Full Hermit means. 
It’s not a bed for sleeping in. It sinks down under you, like it wants to devour you. Don’t sleep, Just drift, it says. I only want to eat your bones.