A short 'drabble', if you will, about what happens when you leave the game for weeks at a time.

Some days, he's out and about, planting seeds, watering the crops, feeding the cattle and chickens.

Other days, he's mining, trying to make enough money to feed myself and our son during the winter.

But some days, he sits inside, motionless. I can't just leave, he's my husband, after all. I stop going to work on those days. Our son, Dominic, tries to play with him. But my husband is like a statue.

He's been a statue for weeks now. Not moving, not even breathing. But the days don't seem to pass. We never run out of food, despite Dominic and I eating. The seasons haven't changed.

What happened to you?