You roll your eyes, refill your glass and go back to your room. You quickly realise that it's pitch black (as, of course, he couldn't forget to paint over your windows, of course...). You sigh, yet again, and pull the plug to the lightbulb hanging from your ceiling. The feeble little bulb shines a dim light on the furniture of your room. You smile softly and walk to your bed.
You retrieve a novel from your bedside table and read for a bit. You begin to nod off and eventually fall asleep.