I woke up this morning to a strange man on my couch. I had never seen this man before. I was slightly scared. I went over to him. He was the most adorable sleeper that I had ever laid eyes on.
His cheeks were rosy and his eyes brows were very furrowed, giving him the look of someone deep in thought. I bent down and put my lips next to his ear and whispered, "who let you in my house?"
The man began to blink. His face got all tight as he took a huge breath through his nose and then let out a great big yawn, his fists shaking in the air above us.
"Good morning man," he mumbled. "I'm a friend of your roommates. I'm staying on your couch for the weekend."
"How wonderful! Can I fix you some breakfast?"
"That sounds lovely! I'll have three eggs cooked over-easy with some bacon and orange juice!"
"A hearty meal! It's coming right up, my friend!"
The man went back to sleep as I went about cooking him his breakfast. I felt as if I had a purpose for the first time in ages.
I felt fulfilled and important, like a mother goose who has just laid a batch of eggs.
The smell of frying bacon eventually brought the man up off the couch and into the kitchen.
"It smells superb in here! How is my breakfast coming along?"
"Well put it this way- you may as well take a seat at the table because their's a breakfast with your name on it headed there now!"
The man laughed and gave me a pat on the back as mumbled something about true hospitality. He took his seat at the table.
I laid before the man a well arranged plate of eggs, bacon, toast and a cup of orange juice. My creation was sparkling in the sun. The man shook his head in delight.
"Dig in, buddy!" I said.
"Won't you be eating alongside me?"
"Watching you enjoy yourself is the only nourishment I need!"
The man enjoyed his breakfast as I stared happily at this happy situation that I'd brought about. I finally had a purpose in this life!!