"Ah, who knows, really. Suppose it would get exhausting to be awake for years and years. And waking up refreshed in the morning just feels good."

Or so he remembers it feeling. He's never refreshed anymore. Always, always tired. Getting old (being forgotten--) sucks. "And no, not really. I'm as human as everyone else, I can't say I'm alone. Though I do miss seeing friendly, normal looking faces."