Lying spread-eagle on my bed, I remember something I used to do as a kid. I used to lie down stock still, eyes open and unblinking and fixed at a spot, pretending that I was dead. Then I'd lie there and wait for someone to pass by and notice. By the time anyone did, my eyes were red and dry and my limbs were already aching. I don't know what I tried to achieve back then. Probably a cheap shot at attention. Maybe I was practicing to be an actress, or a professional cadaver. I was a pretty morbid child, I think.