He waited until the night fell, and the moon and stars lit up the sky. He saw the man and the woman go inside the house, and he heard them talking and laughing. He smelled something delicious, like roasted meat and vegetables. He felt his stomach rumble, and he wished he could join them for dinner.
He crept closer to the house, moving silently and stealthily. He avoided stepping on any branches or leaves that might make a sound. He reached the window, and he peeked inside. He saw the man and the woman sitting at a table, eating and drinking. They looked happy and relaxed, and he felt a surge of envy and admiration.
He studied their faces, trying to read their emotions and thoughts. He saw that the man had brown hair and blue eyes, and he wore a beard and glasses. He saw that the woman had blonde hair and green eyes, and she wore earrings and a necklace. He thought they were both beautiful and handsome, and he wondered what they were like as people.
He listened to their words, trying to understand their meaning and tone. He heard them talk about their work, their hobbies, their plans, their dreams. He heard them joke, compliment, tease, and praise each other. He heard them say “I love you” and “I’m glad we’re here”. He heard them laugh, and he felt a warmth in his chest.
He wanted to talk to them, to tell them who he was and what he wanted. He wanted to ask them for help, for food, for friendship. He wanted to share his story, his feelings, his hopes. He wanted to be part of their world, even for a moment.
But he knew he couldn’t. He knew they would be scared and angry if they saw him. He knew they would scream and run, or worse, attack and hurt him. He knew they would never accept him, never understand him, never love him. He knew he was a bigfoot, and he was alone.