The picture swims into view, fuzzy at first, then sharpens
The man, his beard once streaked with grey, now completely white, sits slumped in a chair. We can see most of the room around him, toys scattered on the floor, legos waiting for unsuspecting feet. A random piece of a small child's clothing is hanging off the coffee table.
We hear noise, faint at first, then much louder. We instinctively reach for the volume control and find it gone.
A child rushes into view, blonde hair bouncing. We see the old man's eyes blearily trying to focus on the girl. "Juice!" she screams, causing the man to wince. "I want cheese!!" As we rub our ears, she zips across the room to a large toy box, bending over and flinging toys back over her shoulder. We see the man struggle to his feet and walk unsteadily out of view, as he passes we hear the plaintive word 'sleep' come from his parched lips.
Let us leave them now, we've seen enough. With pity in our hearts we wish him well.
Actually, as some of you have guessed, we're having a great time. The tone of the post was just something that occurred to me.