Atmospheric Resistance

A corpse breathed on the sofa as the fridge kept things cold. The telephone rang and the cats "meowed" while music played downstairs. The living corpse lay on the sofa and the fridge still kept the food cold... A child's dream slipped up through the cracks of the apartment floor and a window was shattered next door. Mail was delivered that day. Bills were paid and someone was promoted given a lesson on life, gave birth watched T.V., slept, lived, died, married, fixed the plumbing in the back room... Wind blew softly over an empty field where cows grazed quietly. Cows that awaited slaughter, cows that were about to give birth to 'veal' for hungry sloths to devour sloths who were nothing more than greedy. The breathing corpse lay on the sofa, allowing it all to pass by. Resting in the chaos, it refused to see, (a watcher with blind eyes). In the East war was brewing, in the South a storm was gathering... But the fridge was still working, and the cows knew no better than than to keep on grazing. A breeze drifted through the apartment that carried the scent of Spring though the ground was frozen solid. The living corpse tentatively sniffed the air the cows in the field did the same.