He just sat there.

Not thinking about anything, and thinking about everything.

No energy, no motivation.

He hadn't showered in two weeks. He hadn't even thought about showering for two weeks.

He just sat and stared.

Stared at the blank TV in front of him.

Stared at the patterns in the rug on the floor.

Stared at the flickering light in the kitchen.

Stared at the dust collecting on it all.

Stared at his gun on the couch beside him.

Stared at the bottle on the table in front of him.

There was no dust on either of them.

He picked up the gun.

He picked up the bottle.

He weighed his options.

He put down the gun.

Not tonight.