#dailyprompt is Undertake.
He woke up already tired. Not the kind that sleep fixes. His body moved before his thoughts did. He hated that.
“There is nothing for me here,” he sighed. “I hate this.”
Mother was talking to someone. He lay in bed. “It’s a new day, a new start.”
Aspect de la Seine de Paris a chatou
1951 - Honoré Daumier
He knew everyone would notice if he got out of bed. He lays there, in a trance, pushing his body deeper into the bed. Numbness.
“I’ll just wait for everybody to go to sleep.”
No notifications. He held the phone and checked for updates. “There is nothing to do.”
He got out of bed feeling congested. “These walls,” he looked upward. “They know everything. Nothing new is going to happen.”
“I have to do something.”
Maybe this doesn’t work. "I have no idea if anything works for me."
He doesn’t like the judgement. He cleans the room, freshens up. Moves things around, makes space to start something.
“I feel better.”
He is hungry but doesn’t want to disturb anyone. He woke up late and did nothing. “There is no reason for me to eat,” he sighs.
“I’ll read a book.”
Suddenly, his mother is in the room.
“You could’ve told me,” she quietly asks. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“I just woke up. I’ll eat later.”
He proceeds to read a book. The story moves forward. He doesn’t. Somewhere, the day is being used. Not here.
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