J sits and stares at the screen. His face is blank. Unmoving. What need would J have of moving his face? No one sees him, no one knows him, no one likes him. So he has no reason.
None.
Slowly J rolls himself over in bed. There is a dent in the middle of his mattress. Clearly a result of the overlying (a result of over familiarity). J has been lying in bed a lot as of late. Ironically the dent causes him to lie for longer than he might otherwise have if not for the dent. Similarly, if there was an inverse dent in his bed, let’s call it a ‘mound’ for arguments sake, J would spend less time in bed than he currently does. He would just roll out of it every time he tried to lie down.
Warmth radiates up from below him. The electric blanket is doing its job. J is playing the role of a fish if we, the watchers of J, were watching a movie about the cooking of a fish pie. He bakes slowly and steadily, all night long.
The light coming out of the screen changes, ever so slightly. J’s mouth twitches at the corner, half remembering a time when it would do more than just hold the same static position all day. A bygone era.
Let us all, the watchers of J, convene at his residence at approximately 8 am tomorrow morning. Bring your own refreshments, fish pie will be provided.