Uninvited Guest

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.

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