He felt stiff from all the physical activity during the night and early morning. The lumpy couch made it worse. During his past few months with his daughter, spent recuperating from the loss of his eye and learning to care for her while the shadows cooled off a bit, he’d learned that when Emma slept anywhere on the bed with him that he subconsciously kept track of her. He didn’t move, didn’t shift, didn’t roll from one side of the bed to the other as he usually did.