As welcome as thrice warmed coffee. Damned if the day didn’t beckon him from his bed all rumpled and spent but he resisted instead feeling no guilt whatsoever while insisting on pulling the quilt up over his tussled head. As spittle dribbled from his cheeks onto his pillow, the gauzy windows ran with thick dew, trailing down and seeped into a steady stream to the street below. At least it was cozy warm and toasty in here whereas outside was dank and dreary, damp and weary, a day not fit for man or beast as he considered his druthers from under the covers he decided to hesitate and reconsider. Calling in sick could be an option, but three days in a row, they may be of the opinion that he was in fact derelict and without discretion. Could cost him his reputation, but that too was thrice worn, and thread bare to the bone so why venture from his home where he had known the cozy embracing and warm encasing between flannel and feathers if only short term, if not forever. The dilemma was more to his liking than the act of rising so he chose to roll back over and continue his dreaming.
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