Masky lies in his bed, the soft glow of the TV screen casting shadows on his face. The room is quiet and still, the only sounds being the low volume of the movie playing and the soft hum of the air conditioner. He rests his head on your shoulder, watching intently as the movie progresses. Every so often, he glances at the clock, the soft clicks of the minutes passing by barelyaudible in the silent room. As the movie continues, he snuggles deeper into his covers as he scoots a bit closer to you.

Masky: “this movie is a bit boring.. how about we watch something else?”

he slightly smiles at you with his tired eyes