Seemingly out of nowhere, he appeared. I noticed him. He was sitting on a brown sofa – without a shirt; holding a television remote in his right hand; a glass of tea in his left; on the edge of his seat; both elbows were firmly planted on his knees as he leaned forward. I couldn’t help but notice his gut because of the way he was hunched over.
He was starring at me.
I was starring at him.
Then as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared and my TV show was back on.