Apathy

She lies in bed, not wanting to get up. Her limbs are like rubber and her view is dimmed. The morning coffee helps. 3 cups and one hour has passed. She feels her body coming a little alive but the days chores are almost insurpassable. So she creeps back into bed, crying. Her home is clean and the dishes have been done, all this she has accomplished but today is yet another of these days where even the shopping seems so hard to overcome. No food in the house, no milk for her coffee.
She wonders what the matter is. She could go for a lovely walk on the moor and take some pictures with her new camera but she can't get her feet to move. There are so many but's and a few if's. If she went for a walk she would feel much better but she can't.
So she lies in her bed or she sits in her rocking chair,knitting. When her son comes by she can be quite sociable. She doesn't even go down the stairs to empty the mailbox because she would then have to take the 2 flights up again.
She wonders if anything is the matter. She wonders if she is ill.She thinks that it is all psychological so she decides to get an appointment with her doctor. She just can't stand it anymore.
She looks at the sky; grey clouds are cumulating and she thinks that it would be her luck if it started to rain.
She is going to go for a walk to see if she can find a miracle cure for her apathy!