We've got a new television, but I hate it. Not because of its size. It is sixty-five inches long. Not the picture quality, either. If you look at the thing, you'd swear you were watching a live performance. None of those things. I hate it because, when I turn it off, and the screen goes dark, everything is reflected. The chandelier. The doorway to my parent's bedroom. The dark figure standing behind me. I shudder when I see it.
