The television remote sat on the arm of the sofa.
In front, the television blared on. Around it, voices were screaming at each other, trying to be heard over the television.
But the remote sat where it was, waiting to be used. No one paid it any mind, and it was forgotten. It slowly slid down the arm, to fall in between the side of the sofa and the cushion. And as the people yelled at each other, it worked its way deeper and deeper, finding a resting place where it would not be found for some days, in part because no one would search for it.