She woke up to the bright stab of sunlight through the curtain. Morning. She knew she had to get out of bed, she knew she just had to do something.
She used to have friends, people who would call her to ask if she wanted to hang out. People who would send her a text when they thought of her.
Her phone hasn't made much sound for months now. She used to have a job, too. She bagged groceries.
It wasn't too exciting and it didn't pay well, but she at least met new people sometimes, and it got her out of the house. She rolled over, and closed her eyes. Her life was like a bad movie.
A story of inaction and loss. A story of a main character who lives on habit and runs on procrastination. She knew that when she opened her eyes, she would watch that movie again.