Zirealism

During my freshman year of college, some friends of mine bought an incredibly soft, beaten-up couch. It was very cheap - its filling was single-piece foam - but it was incredibly comfortable. I would lie down on it every day after class, as would everyone else who found it unoccupied.

As the year went on, the couch became softer and softer, until it was possible to lie on it and sink below the level of the frame.

One day in January, I was lying down with a blanket on top of me. My head was wedged forcefully into an assembly of pillows, as happens while napping. I was invisible, inside the couch!

Someone tried to lie on me. I woke up and wiggled what I could.

Much screaming. Funny in retrospect.

One question: did this couch eat John, or is he hiding in the couch from his roommates?

Both are plausible.

That would terrify me. Yet another thing I have to keep a watchful eye out for.

I tend to think that John blew his rent monies on a giant clam. And the other two are cannibals with a lust for sweet soft man flesh.

Somebody's taken a nibble at the guy on the left. Actually, the guy on the right resembles one of those blow-up sex dolls.
It's all starting to come together...?

The guy on the left is Odo and he's taught John how to shape-change.