The roar of the TV and his family’s laughter were white noise in Steven’s ears as his brain was transfixed  on the latest box car children’s book he had picked up from the library, along with a stack of other books he would invariably have finished by the end of the week. His body hanging upside down off the couch was somehow the most comfortable position he could find in the house. He flipped the last page disappointed that the story was done. He sat himself back up, feeling the blood rush back down.