The unseen sun ascended the city-spires - a testament to the unassuming constancy and power of nature. The human race - try as they might - rested vulnerably under the harsh sway of her incessant cycles.
Into this cruel dream John awoke from a too-short and violent sleep. His blue-jeans were dark from the sweat his body was still producing - perhaps contributing to the watery heaviness he felt all through his body - and his eyes were swollen and teary, but not from any human emotion. John hadn't experienced true feelings in years, that is, besides the need to survive.
The void of John's gaze met the grey emptiness of morning somewhere above the city outside of his broad windows.
In not so many words, and in truth, none at all, John's volition bullied his reason: "You can't do this. We both know it." And for a brief moment John delighted in this thought - the easy way out.
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