You decide not to wake Sloth, and instead crawl into the bed next to them. It is impossibly warm, and smells faintly of lavender, mint, and chamomile. Their quiet snores lull you to sleep, and it is the best sleep you have ever gotten. You have no dreams, and you wake feeling the best you have in years. Quietly, you escape back the way you came, eager to give the next sinner a chance to have the best nap of their afterlife.