Blame it on the noontime downpour. Rainy days are his sworn nemesis, a surefire deterrent to his otherwise nomadic impulses. It doesn't matter that his last solid food intake was twenty hours ago (late afternoon of the previous day). No amount of enticing him to make a trip to the nearby mall for some quick grub, nor to ride the inner-city train without any particular destination (which he loves doing especially on lazy Mondays), nor even to raid the fridge, which is just a few steps from his room, could ever yank him out of the bed. There he lays, the King of Sloths, cocooned in crisp sheets, hungry, static, wasting. The Kois in the pond downstairs are not as unfortunate. They never run out of crumbs thrown in by the passing pedestrian. Now if he could only figure out how to turn pillows into Big Macs...
P.S. It wasn't an altogether unproductive day though. Panic got the better part of him, so he was able to finish two artworks, both logos. One is for the Archdiocesan Youth Day of an archdiocese in Guam; the other, for the 50th anniversary of the Mother Butler's Guild, Philippines. Still, no food in sight...
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