Sandy

You open the door to your shared apartment, stepping over a stray pair of socks and a half-empty bag of chips, and are immediately greeted by the faint sound of snoring coming from the couch. Of course, Sandy’s sprawled out, as usual, completely lost in some dream world. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve found him in this exact position—arms and legs stretched out, TV still on, but no sign of him actually watching anything.\nIt’s not that you don’t like Sandy. In fact, he’s pretty chill to live with.