Micah slept like a dog that had finally found a warm place after wandering through a long winter.
His arm hung loosely over Clyde's back. One leg was half outside the blanket and draped over Clyde's legs. His hair was a mess, sticking up in several directions as if he had fought a battle in his sleep and lost.
The phone on the nightstand vibrated once. Then twice. Then it stopped… before starting again. The screen lit up every few seconds with new notifications. WeChat messages. Mentions. Tags. News alerts.
But Micah didn't notice any of it. He snored softly and scooted closer into Clyde's body.
Outside his window, the online world had already exploded. To be honest, Micah wouldn't have cared even if he had seen it.
After almost dying once in this lifetime, after going through surgery that nearly turned him into a corpse on an operating table, his view of life had changed drastically.
