His confidence in his safety faded. The walls, which had seemed thick and strong, now seemed flimsy. In the day, the windows showed him what was outside - at night, it showed him to whatever was outside.
His eyes shot from window to window. He felt as though he were surrounded by prying eyes. From under the pale moonlight, judging this frightened wretch hiding in his artificial space.
[[He closed the curtains, shutting out their harsh glares.]]
[[He approached the window, standing tall and gazing back at them.]]
[[He sat, motionless, waiting.]] In an instant, the sense of safety returned, although it was only as strong as the cloth shutting out the night. As the eyes outside were shut, so did he finally shut his eyes and surrender to sleep. Tense moments that felt like hours passed, but nothing stirred outside. If there had been prying eyes, they were there no longer, leaving only his reflection staring at him. With no resolve to take action, he waited for night to pass. The stares from outside became almost unbearable, until they finally broke with the dawn. His eyelids grew heavy, but there was no more time to sleep.