So yesterday I found out via Sky News (Which I hardly ever watch) that the Seven Deadly Sins has been updated to 14 sins... Daft? A bit yes in my opinion. The newest sins are genetic experimentation, pollution, social injustice, drug abuse, abortion, poverty and excessive wealth and will most probabaly not be included in this or my college project.
Anyway, just thought I'd mention that and this chapter is the 2nd version, yeah I wrote two versions because I hated the 1st x)

Next up is Wrath which will be linked to Lust...Bit obvious it would be linked anyway!
Enjoy xx

Sloth

Laziness, idleness and wastefulness of time that a person has

07:30am

A loud ringing interrupts his sleep, he scrunches his eyes up and screws the corners of the duvet up into his fists pulling it over his head completely to hide the sunlight streaming through his curtains. It doesn't, however, block out the incessant ringing.
"Shut up." He mumbles to himself, the ringing increases in volume tearing through his delicate head and hitting several nerves on the way.
"Shut up!" He screams forcefully flicking his leg upwards knocking the clock off the window cill and onto the floor where it carries on ringing. He mumbles a disapproving noise into his duvet as he struggles from his warm cosy bed onto the carpeted floor where he crawls over to the clock and slams a hand down on the 'off' button.
"Thank you." He mutters stifling a yawn and climbing back into bed, the clock reads half seven in the morning. He doesn't want to get up for work so instead snuggles himself under the duvet and buries his head into the pillow allowing himself at least half an hour more sleep.

08.00am

No clock to wake him up this time, only his friend Howard.
"Come on, get up Vince. We open shop in an hour." He orders as he barges into the bedroom and flings back the curtains letting more sunlight pour in.
"Get out." Vince mumbles into his pillows "I'm tired."
"Just hurry up and get up. If you at least get up now you'll be at work for gone ten." Howard leaves not bothering to shut the door. Vince pulls his duvet up and over his head one more time nearly blocking out all the light then shuts his eyes and yawns again.

09.00am

He remains in bed and doesn't even twitch as Howard calls him to get up again, failing he retreats to the shop to open up for the day.
Vince shifts on his bed and rolls onto his side, he tries to open his eyes but they feel heavy and sensitive to light so leaves them shut. He snuggles his face against his pillow and sighs loudly before yawning yet again.

10.00am

He stares at the wall for a while having managed to open his eyelids, he wraps his hands in the duvet and brings it up to his mouth, he sighs loudly, maybe out of boredom. He shuts his eyes wanting to dream; he imagines pretty shapes in his head then puts them together to create figures. He paints them with his imagination but then everything turns black and white against his will, he opens his eyes almost as if he was resetting the dream then shuts them again. A rainbow flashes before his eyes but is also drained of colour, he gives up and shifts onto his back starring up at the ceiling.
He gazes round the room and wiggles his toes a little, he stretches his arms out and cracks his knuckles then yawns widely. He counts to five, tries to haul himself up into a sitting position but doesn't even manage half way; he flops back down onto his mattress feeling his head sink snugly into his pillow. He was too comfortable to get up and was probably expected in work by now; he shuts his eyes again and tries to concentrate on the images in his head.

11.00am

He is fully awake now, fully awake and bored but completely comfortable. He glances to his left in hope of finding a magazine but they're too far away meaning he'd have to get out of bed then hop back in to get one but the thought of the cold air surrounding his warm pod was unbearable. He shifts in his bed a little trying to pull himself upwards but his early morning weakness gets the better of him causing him to flop back down awkwardly on his elbows, he remains like that for several minutes until he looses all feeling in his arms.

12.00pm

He had lay in bed for a whole hour with his eyes shut pretending to be asleep, Howard had come up three times to try and get him out of bed, no such luck.
Vince's bed was a lovely cocoon of warmth that he wasn't ready to emerge from yet, he had tried several times to get up but had always failed, he felt too lazy and too comfortable and enjoyed lying in bed even though he was bored.
He grips the side of his duvet with his hand and lays completely rigid; quickly he pulls it back only to snap it back over his body when the cold air shocks his exposed flesh. He thinks about getting changed in bed then waiting several minutes until his clothes warmed up but that would mean him getting out of his personal paradise to retrieve the clothing.
In the end he gives up thinking and lies in silence again.

01.00pm

Finally he pulls himself out of bed only to go to the toilet; he had even made his bed and straightened the duvet out before leaving for the bathroom.
When he gets back to his room he looks longingly at his bed, he pushes a hand under the duvet touching the soft mattress, it was all still warm from when he had been lay in it, perfectly warm. Cosy warm. It beckoned him to climb back in and have just another short five minutes in there but he knew he shouldn't.
He pushes his whole arm under the duvet and smiles at the softness of the sheets and the warmth inside, he crawls back in, temptation taking over him and snuggles up into a tight comfy ball scrunching the duvet up in his arms, a soft smile plastered on his face. He shivers slightly from having ventured out of the covers but soon warms up with the help of his beloved bed.

03.30pm

Howard looses all patience with Vince and hurries up the stairs to his room to find the younger man tucked up in his duvet, without thinking he storms over and grips the covers with both hands. In a flash he snaps the duvet back allowing the cold air to break the barrier of warmth and send Vince's skin into floods of goosebumps.
"What the fuck!" He squeals trying to grab the warm covers back, Howard shakes them almost as though he is trying to rid the sheets of their warmth "Fuck off! I was comfy!"
"Tough, get up!" Howard orders chucking the duvet to the floor as far away from the bed as possible. Vince simply lies back down with his arms folded across his chest, his limbs shivering from the shock of the cold air.
"I'd rather lie here."
"You lazy fucker." Howard mutters as he leaves the room. Vince stares at his duvet in its crumpled cold heap on the floor, he longs for it to fly towards him and lay itself over his body, he wants to offer it some body heat and warm the two of them up again. He considers going to gather it up into his arms but he feels pretty comfortable, if a little cold, where he is.

05.00pm

"Fuck it, I'm freezing!" He finally curses while leaping up towards the duvet and pulls it round his tiny frame. He jumps back onto the bed, lets his head hit the pillow and ignores the pleas of his stomach for food.