How to Disappear Completely
House lay back on the couch and stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes following the little ridges in the white paint. He thought about gravity, imagined being pinned at the lowest point on Earth, suspended like a magnet over his ceiling.
The phone was ringing distantly. Maybe it was Wilson, from wherever he was living now, tired and irritable. He remembered Wilson at his first wedding, young, dark eyes beaming from the altar.
House closed his eyes, thinking there was no reason he couldn't stay here forever. He felt he might sink into the couch and be swallowed alive.