The world is on fire, again. James yawned, silenced the alarm with a swift swipe, and turned his body away. His bed was particularly comfortable today, considering that winter was right around the corner and raindrops clattered against the window. But it was too late, despite his intentions to continue his earlier dream. Once the brain begins to cling on to a thought, it’s hard to shut it down again and relax.
How many cringing headlines would he read today?
His best guess: all of them. Conflict, hunger, disease, and weather. You’re not supposed to win newspaper bingo every day, especially when the prizes aren’t even worth playing for, he sighed.
But at least he was winning something these days.
Though, saying he was losing otherwise, as to so many others who were, was further from the truth than anything. He had little worry for his own existence, yet little power to help that of others. A harsh conundrum for the empathic, leaving him pathetic until he felt apathetic.
At last, he vacated his comfort zone and waddled to his coffeemaker.
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