He's sleeping

As night fell, Alex returned to his small shack and collapsed onto his bed, exhausted from a long day of chopping wood. Sleep soon claimed him, and he dreamed of his late wife. But as the hours passed, he was awakened by the sound of movement in the living room. He sat up in bed, the candle flickering beside him as he listened intently.

The noise seemed to be coming from the kitchen area, so he swung his legs off the bed and pulled on the pair of pants he had left by his bed. Barechested and barefoot, he grabbed the candle and moved stealthily towards the living room, ready to confront whatever had disturbed his rest.