He liked the way the sun and the shadows came through the windows. Sesame Street was important, but it wasn't as important as the sunlight and the shadows and their pattern. He sat in a chair. He did not think about it at the time, but if someone else had wanted to sit in that chair, they wouldn't have been able to. John sat in the chair.
Chairs hold one person.
John was a person. It was a warm day inside. The next day came much later. But it wasn't so much later. The shadows were back, and so was the light.