I went downstairs to get a glass of milk for myself and T before going to bed when the first thing I saw was Jivercat sitting on the arm of the couch.
The table lamp beside him was the only light in the room and half of his face was lit up. The rest of him was in darkness. I think he was trying to tell me a ghost story.
I could just see him thinking "It was a dark and stormy night..."
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