Positive lay there staring at his ceiling. It was 9:47AM and he had just gotten up.
This had been the first morning in decades that he hadn’t had his peaceful slumber interrupted by the incessant screening of his alarm clock. He had half expected to wake up at 6:00AM on the button regardless, his body having become so accustomed to this specific time that it could conceive of getting up at no other time than it.
He supposed that he was just too disturbed by recent revelations and the general eccentricity of the past two weeks to adhere to such structure.
He had lost his job, as might have been expected from his recent erratic behaviour, topped by him missing a full four days of work.
It was now Friday, and he had absolutely nowhere to be for the first time in in ten plus years, on a week day.
He didn’t know how to feel about that. It was as if all the terror and weight he should have been feeling as a result of his extreme irresponsibility over the past while had hit him all at once.
There was no whimsy........He was simply and plainly depressed. Not sad, nor did he feel any anger or fear for his future, just depressed.
He simply turned back over, stuffed his face into his pillow and slept. And he remained in this state for the better part of two weeks, only getting up to tend to absolute necessities, and even then often neglecting them as well.