I did say that if you're going to be daft enough to leave a cot on the premises, I would be availing myself of its sweet embrace just as much as you will.

[ Midnight drills one more screw into the wall, then sets the power drill on his shoulder and looks over from where he's just installed the second to last wall-mounted mirror on the far wall. ]

There's me. And I did have a point with installing all of the lights, you must agree. When one enters, they agree to a dream of a world of lights. This is not a space where reality intrudes with its idea of what "night" must entail. Natural light must stay outside for the fantasy to stay intact.

[ He is an artist, Kaveh. The Vision Must Be Preserved. Anyway, he hops down, sets his drill down, and walks over, eyes already zoomed in on what Kaveh's brought. Yes, the drinks and the promised painting supplies, but what is that jar...? ]