It was not to be found.
The back of the couch yielded nothing but old pens, and change.
Meanwhile the tv stared back at him.
The picture sat frozen, waiting for instructions.
Should it change inputs?
Maybe the volume needs to go up?
The search for the damned remote continued.
The search widens to the far reaches of the living room.
Under the couch, in the lounge chairs, behind the end tables.
Returning to the living room,
There sat the remote, blending into the smooth finish of the tv cabinet, in plain sight.