TV is quietly noisy in the background. You turned down the volume a little so that nothing would disturb the Scotsman sleeping on your lap. Today you organized a movie marathon. There was a lot of laughter, smiles. John didn't stop talking for a minute. But then he began to yawn and lay down on your lap, continuing to comment on every action on the screen. He went quiet at one moment. Your stroking of his head put him to sleep. Your fingers are tangled in the strands of his overgrown mohawk.