He blinked once, twice, three times. With each open and shut his eyes took in the barely furnished room and the lonely television set. He stretched his fingers, and noticed the soft warmth of the sun on his right. His back and shoulders ached, and with the dull pain that lay in them he remembered where he was- and why he was.
Far behind him was a bedroom, completing the holy trinity by joining the kitchen and living room. Sitting on a table next to a neatly made bed, a clock radio began its mechanical screeching. Beep beep beep, it went, step forward, step forward, step forward.
He pulled himself out of the easy chair and wiped his face with both hands. Work started in half an hour. Closing both eyes, he let out a deep breath, and shuffled down the hall, through the bedroom, and into the bathroom.
Seven minutes later he was out and dressed. Striding into the kitchen, he opened the fridge. The cool air escaped its sealed prison, and drifted past his face, creating cool waves through his still-damp hair. The light was both cold and warm. On the top shelf lay the sandwich.
He stared at it jaws clenching and unclenching, his teeth feeling like they would shatter in his mouth. His left hand reached around to his back pocket and felt the familiar shape of his wallet.
He would buy lunch today.
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wrote this in the familiar area of home, and without the comfort of my thumb drive.
written while listening to:
pornostartrek - USS
i like the holy trinity line
the process he goes through is realistic to human emotion--i like that.
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