Lying on the sofa, old, shabby, but still with pleasant upholstery. I feel someone breathing rhythmically from behind, I know who it is, the one who lay on my chest. Snuggled close to me with his little face, the corpse was sleeping, dressed in a sweater a couple of sizes larger than him, a sweater with all sorts of random patterns of green and gray. You play with his hair while he sleeps, while watching TV with some not particularly interesting show. Did you feel that Corpse seems to wake up