Couch Potato

Lukman was stumped in his sofa. Not that he was in trouble, or he had a bad day.

Ain't nobody got time to sob about how bad his day was, or if he had issues with his girlfriend. That wasn't Lukman. That wasn't his principles when it came to sitting on the sofa.

No, it was all about relaxation, watching television and taking a break from the real world. He flashed through the channels that were talking about celebrities, cooking, and the news that were talking about some thing called Nimble, making the world go through weird cycle for each citizen in the world, Indonesia included.

Although the football game was going on with great excitement, something bothered him. It cane in the form of his stomach grumbling, hard enough to go through his ear drums and rattle his brain a bit.

He tried to get up on his feet, but he was stuck, glued to the chair. He was like one of those people, the one where they're just on the couch, slouching around.

"Ugh." Lukman spoke in annoyance. "I'm hungry."

He then saw what seemed to be a plate at the the other side of the couch. He pulled it out. Next he saw a piece of bread. He pulled that out, followed by a tomato, an egg, some lettuce, a slice of ham, a slice of cheese, and another piece of bread.

"Nice." he said before he saw a plastic like wrapped. Out of curiosity, he placed the sandwich next to him before pulling out the next time.

""Bag of potato chips!" he said in glee. "Even better."

Since that day, he only moved to take a bath or even go to the supermarket to get more food. If he needed even more food, he'd rely on the couch to provide him some. If Nimble was real and he could see him, he'd thank him on the spot.

What a great day to be a couch potato.