Alex had woken, and felt very lazy. Everything felt like too much work, too much effort. Why was the world so cruel?
He peered in the fridge and saw they were nearly out of everything. And that meant he'd have to go out.
Out! Why?
He grumbled, slowly dragging on his clothing, every piece seeming to feel like it weighed an individual ton, and trudged toward the door.
Stupid food, not being here. He was tired. Hmm. Maybe Lorna would have food? He turned in her direction, even as his phone buzzed. He peered at it and saw her text and smiled.
She was still at work. Awesome! Alcohol would help with sleeping, right? Right. He stopped briefly to grab some nuts and berries, munching them as he trudged along. Somewhere in him, he felt the stirring of a feeling that something was wrong. Some part of him wondered why he felt so tired. But even that thought seemed too much effort.
At the bar, he walked inside, smiling as he saw his love, and settling to a barstool that felt like it was the best bed ever. Ah, sitting...