it's 2:38am, aaron is shivering on the couch in his oversized sweater and crew socks. he bruised his knee falling on the coffee table (again), he really needs to watch where he's going. no one has taught him that pain isn't a good thing; he's busy looking at the green and blue patches on his skin. maybe if he focuses on that, the ghost won't bother him. he looks around and the ghost isn't there, yet. if he stays still enough, maybe the ghost won't see him. he'll stay still. not breathing, still.
