You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.
Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…
…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.
sleeping when it's cold: deepest peace imaginable, opportunity to bury yourself in blankets and indulge in the ancient mammalian instinct to curl up and sleep somewhere warm and dark and enclosed, instant and dreamless rest
sleeping when it's even slightly warm: torturous, only options are kicking off blankets and feeling horribly exposed or laying in your own sweat, impossible to get comfortable, exhausting and demoralizing sisyphean task