The Lazy Man

My brother and I grinned as we approached the cement doorstep in hope of sweet candy.

Walking up the three cement steps, we peeked through a glass window located next to a wooden door.

It was pretty clear that there was a grey haired man, comfortably lying on a cozy, brown leather couch.

He didn’t look to old, in his 50’s perhaps, he wore brown leather shoes, a grey suit, and had a pair of glasses on. He was watching TV.

We knocked four times, first me, and then my brother. Surprised, the mysterious man looked at us for a few moments, he then looked back at his beloved TV.

My brother and I grinned as we approached the cement doorstep in hope of sweet candy.

Walking up the three cement steps, we peeked through a glass window located next to a wooden door.

It was pretty clear that there was a grey haired man, comfortably lying on a cozy, brown leather couch.

He didn’t look to old, in his 50’s perhaps, he wore brown leather shoes, a grey suit, and had a pair of glasses on. He was watching TV.

We knocked four times, first me, and then my brother. Surprised, the mysterious man looked at us for a few moments, he then looked back at his beloved TV.