If he wanted to sleep, there was a pile of dry hay beside him. He could just lie down on it.
Even though there was a bonfire, it was hard to sleep soundly in this environment.
Fatigue kept washing over him.
But his hands stayed busy.
He wasn't originally good at weaving, but in this era, you had to do everything yourself. The better your skills, the more comfortable your life.
He'd woven around ten baskets by now, so he was getting the hang of it.
The ones he made now were starting to look decent.
The basket in his hands was about one-third done, but unable to fight his exhaustion, he lay down atop the haystack and fell asleep.
Is sleeping on a haystack comfortable?
No, it's not.
He missed his bed and blankets dearly.
But he didn't have those things.
Nor did he have a pillow.
Sleeping on the haystack left him itching all over.
