His eyes felt leaden. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to open them until he did. Stinging and burning followed. Lifting his hands, he rubbed his eyes with little effect. He sat up slowly, but the dizziness hit him anyway. His mouth tasted like rotten cardboard. Pulling on sweats and a T-shirt, he stumbled out of the room and headed downstairs, pausing to move the blinds and glance out the window. Snowed in.
Sighing, he walked into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Sputtering hot water was soon followed by the slow spill of coffee into the carafe. Breathing deep, he made his way into the living room. Bending down, he grabbed the empty bottle lying on the floor next to the couch and gently added it to the growing collection on the dusty bookshelf. He rubbed the glass on the newest addition and told himself the wetness in his eyes was only water.
Heading back into the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle out of the cupboard. The coffee steamed as he poured it into a mug and added a healthy dose of Johnnie Walker.
Settling on the couch, he turned on the TV and started another day.
The rules for Sunday Photo Fiction are to write around 200 words in either poetry or story form based on the photo prompt. I also chose to combine Just Jot It January where the prompt today was “collection” brought to us by Deborah at Container Chronicles.
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