She sipped her tea, making as much noise as possible, as she sat in the quiet dark of the house. A subtle cry for attention. Where was everyone?
A to-do list glared at her from her computer monitor. Items that have been sitting there for weeks, untouched and mostly ignored. The list was too daunting, even though the tasks were quite simple. Somewhere along the road all gumption had been lost.
She went for a run that morning and enjoyed the burn in her legs, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to be pouring sweat and vomiting. Couldn’t bring herself to it. It’s all too hard.
She’s weak.
She needs to sleep.
To sleep.
