Part of WordPress’s writing course Finding Everyday Inspiration.
Today’s writing prompt is to present a series of anecdotes connected with a shared motif. Sure.
The alarm rings and I tilt my neck to kill it and look out. From my bed, I can see a few bleak branches and an unexciting strip of sky behind the bare window. I still haven’t got curtain rods installed. The newly purchased curtains are stacked at the bottom of the closet, waiting for me to make a move. I can’t move. I don’t want to move. Just let me lie here. Let me die, if it needs be. I can’t even. Anything. Nothing.
The alarm rings and I tilt my neck to kill it and look out. Overcast. The branches are fluttering erratically. So windy too. Cold as fuck by the look of it. Semi-dark. Does this even qualify as a day? I frown and imagine a deep wrinkle forming on my forehead. I try to open my eyes more than to a slit. Not working. I don’t want to be doing this. Go away, day. Let me sleep. And not dream, if I may. Because nightmares. Another day in my life the worst of them.
The alarm rings and I tilt my neck to kill it and look out. Shy sunshine. I could go out take some pictures today. But whom am I kidding. I won’t. I don’t go out to take pictures anymore. I check the cat. She’s curled up on the bed next to my feet. One eye tentatively half-open. I make to move. The cat swiftly shifts to my face and crouches expectantly. I cuddle the cat and she purrs. Alright. Let’s get up and get the day over with.