The clock announced: It's 12:00. They are for sure comming for him. He didn't want to move; he was just so comfortable. Why do they always come? Couldn't they leave him alone just one day?
He heard her going up the stairs, going to his room. The opaque sound of the her cold hand knocking on the wood arrived as a pronounciation of death in his ears. He solemnly answered, as he always do: "Oui?"
And she retorted: "It's 12:00." In her same melancholic tone of "I know all."
Even though she just said the time, he knew what she meant.
He faintly got out of bed, turned on his computer and saw his reflection; fatigue, stress and lazyness. He wasn't like this, he never was.
But now he is. He made his bed, threw his window open, started his computer, connected his I-pod and brushed his teeths. What a a dead life he was going through.
He got courage to desnude himself in this northern weather, and dived into the scalding water.
That would probably be the highlight of his day.