He kicks it off of him, and it hits its head on the side of the bed. The sheets fall on top of it, covering it only halfway. From what he can see, he can't tell if it used to be a man or a woman.
After a few minutes, he crawls to it slowly. He pulls at the sheets. The body is lying on its side, its back to him.
The body is desiccated, naked, down to its skin and bones. It smells of fish. The back is curved, the arms around its legs, hugging itself in its death. He still can't tell if it was a man or a woman, but the body is as small as a ten-year-old's. It has no hair anywhere in its body.
He turns the body to face him.
