Waiting in bed for you to come home has become my national pastime. I think of all the different ways I could pretend to be asleep, different positions, breathing and snoring patterns. Or perhaps I'll be awake, and glaring, or smiling, or staring at the wall. Maybe I'll pretend to be dead. Hold my breath and strip the life from my eyes. I'd add a ketchup effect if our sheets weren't so nice. Would you notice? How long would you take to revive me? I've often thought a dead person looks like someone who is only sleeping, but I'm not so sure. Now I think it might look someone who is alive and well and waiting for the door to open.
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