Fifteen….. Love,

One, two, three, four and……five. James sat perched, knees to chin, on the left-hand corner of his plush microsuede sofa. The throne, as he playfully referred to it, had become a halfway abode to not only himself, but the smattering of fast-food packets that surrounded him. Jane, the ever-giving-ever-happy type, vacuumed the perimeter, but never the rug-go-doorway man. Six days had passed, a halfway mark was about to be reached. Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four…….thirty-four. A voice echoed across the kingdom, “Fifteen, love”.