blue sofa

He closed his eyes for three seconds for no reason, then opened them very slowly, watching the ceiling. He took off his shoes, then tilted his head to the left and stared at the turned-off TV for a moment. He reached with difficulty towards the remote control and pressed the play button. He didn't even bother looking at the TV again. He frowned as if trying to remember something important, then raised his left index finger, announcing that he had won the memory. He lowered his head a little, close to the dusty brown table between the sofa and the TV, standing with difficulty on its three legs and a yellow stone trying hard to keep up with the rest so as not to lose its balance. He looked at the lower level of the table and reached out, moving it left and right among the books, papers, and some beer bottles until he finally found what he was looking for; A cardboard box, he didn't even bother to pull it out, he opened it without even looking at it and pulled out a slice of pizza left over from dinner last night or maybe last month, he stared at it as he leaned back a little on the left edge of the sofa, and as soon as he adjusted his position to his satisfaction he began to devour his loot, his ears delighting with the sound of the pizza munching and the crackling of the silent television.