1 Work by noirCellist in Constantine (2005)
When the Californian morning comes - pale, watery, gentle in its way - and with it, the new cacophony of a world utterly unconcerned with the struggles of angels or demons, John floats for a moment in ignorant lassitude. He can feel, behind closed eyes, the memories of the last few days snapping like dogs at the edge of his consciousness, and makes the decision to roll over and bury his face in a misshapen pillow instead. Maybe if I lie here long enough, he thinks, I can suffocate myself and sneak into heaven instead of getting up today.
After saving the world, John wakes up the next day.