Liam stared at the crack, like he did virtually all of the time here. There was no way for him to know whether the cot had melded to his back, or his back to the cot. Either way, they were basically a single entity now.
His back, the cot, and that crack. Sometimes he imagined shrinking into the crack and exploring the other side. Sometimes he imagined the crack opening wide and engulfing his space instead.
Neither thought was precisely comfortable. But this was his life here.