The apartment was filled with absolute darkness, except for the faint glow that was surrounding the tiny candy sized creatures that were busy whispering about the man who hadn't moved from the couch since morning.
"He isn't dead already, is he? I haven't seen him opening his eyes for hours." One of the white, jiggly creature asked its companions.
Merely a second later, it let out a sharp cry when it was hit fiercely. Turning around, it found its friend staring at it with a very unimpressed look. "Why are you hitting me?" It demanded with a hurt expression.
"Because I'm so done with you and your stupidity. Just because he hasn't opened his eyes for a few hours, are you going to consider him dead? What about sleeping? And can't you feel him breathing?" The friend demanded in return, shifting its gaze toward the couch.
