After getting back with the groceries for the week, The Narrator had expected to see Stanley in the living room still, watching TV- after all, there wasn’t much else to do, aside from Stanley’s usual artistic endeavors. Still, once inside, having set the groceries down on the kitchen counter, The Narrator noted a visible lack of Stanley.

Perhaps he was worried. There was a good reason he had agreed to share a living space with Stanley; he needed to know things were consistent, planned, or at least okay.

Quickly, though, that worry subsided as he peered into the bedroom. Of course. Stanley was asleep on the bed, under two layers of blankets, breathing steadily.