Seven Deadly Sins - Sloth

Wake up.

Room smelling of last nights dinner,

Thai take outs.

Papers strewn everywhere, radio playing softly in the background,
curtains drawn light filtering through.

Television flickering; snobbish politician feeding lies to the greater population of 6.30am.

My beer surprisingly still in present company, not spilled.
Take a sip, wincing, my neck, sore from sleeping on the couch, probably should sleep in my bed tonight, if i can be bothered.

Itching my bloated stomach, I think to myself. I should probably call in sick to work again. The last few days on the couch have been rather enjoyable, not having to work. I had plenty of sick leave left…

hmm, ill do it soon.

Flicking through the channels, Politics, News, Cheap Soap Opera, Kids Channels. The remote drops out of my hand, landing face down.

The channel changes, its the news.

Unable to reach it from my outstretched arm, i give up.
Burping, i adjust myself to get to the comfortable position, wiping the gunk out of my eyes and around my mouth I pay attention to what they are saying.

“We have declared a state of emergency” “We must initiate precautionary measures now.”

I move forward and change the channel.

The channel changes to a children’s channel.

The TV turns to static. I hear bangs and explosions in the distance.

Shrugging to myself I take a sip of last nights beer, a bite of last nights dinner.

Rolling over to sleep some more.

-Roaring Fox