It was a day like any other and Anon was returning home after a hard day of work.
Upon entering, Ghost didn’t seem to be anywhere to be seen, but Anon was too tired to check, so he simply lay down on the couch and closed his eyes.
After an hour, Ghost appeared and stood next to the couch, staring at Anon as he slept.
Ghost: “Dad, are you awake?” said quietly “I’m hungry…,” said even more softly, squatting next to Anon, looking at his face carefully “Daaad…,” he insisted, now touching with his index finger Anon’s arm to try to wake him up