Waking up in the dark bedroom, I don’t know where I am for a moment. Then I see Amun, wrapped up with the colorful quilt up to his ears and I can’t help but smile. He looks so normal, a young man passed out after a late night out. As I stare at him from across the pillow, however, it’s obvious he’s something different.

There’s nothing about Amun that suggests that he’s alive when he’s sleeping. He’s not breathing or mumbling or snorting. No sleep noises come ...