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Opening his eyes was a pain. All of Matt's senses were overstimulating him at once, sending his mind into overdrive- mind you, his sight. Groaning, he buried himself back under his covers until the distant barking of dogs and the itchy feel of his shirt faded.
Another day, another round.
Wake up, go to the office, sit around all day, talk to a client who ends up reconsidering their lawyers and walks out on the firm wasting everyone's time, go home, eat cold, leftover chinese food from down the road, and Daredevil all night long. Oh, and sneak in an hour of sleep in between all that as well. Every. Damn. Day.
Another groan, this time from exhaustion rather than discomfort, escaped Matt's mouth. His body was as sore as it always was in the morning. A cold shower would be sufficient enough to jumpstart his day and help him fall into the cycle again. Throwing the covers from his face, Matt turned to sprawl on his back. His blind gaze locked on the ceiling.
He couldn't get up.
Not today.
But there was so much that still needed to be done. Matt needed to get up. He needed to waste his day away talking to his coworkers- and friends,- Foggy and Karen, about which dinosaur would win in an ultimate battle. There would be a twist. Probably something stupid Foggy would spew, like an ultimate battle between these extinct creatures except the dinosaurs would have access to technology.
No matter how much he willed himself to look forward to yet another repetitive day (even when he told himself it'd be different,) Matt simply could not get himself out of bed. Foggy would call, bitching and moaning about Matt needing to get his ass to the office. Or perhaps just to brag about how Karen brought donuts the one day Matt decided not to show up just to tick him off; although, Matt just let Foggy believe he was bothered. He could care less for a donut.
Maybe this time Karen would call him, pressured by Foggy to sweet talk Matt into showing up, and it would work. Here's to hoping that it would be the case for Matt was not a huge fan of his inability to care for another day. He was sure his two friends weren’t fans either.
Matt turned his head to where he knew his phone sat. Who was he kidding? Foggy would probably realize that he was out "Daredeviling" (as Foggy called it,) and he'd be annoyed that Matt was "pushing himself too far," though, that wasn't exactly the case.
Was it?
Besides the point. Foggy would end up ignoring Matt until he learned to care for himself. Foggy had tried the softer approach- once upon a time- of checking up on him, but Matt was too stubborn. No, saving Hell's Kitchen could not wait until after the fancy dinner they'd planned weeks in advance with Karen.
Wow, now that he realized it, that was kind of a douche move to do. The trio had racked up their savings for that night, because God knows the firm doesn't make enough for a fancy dinner every weekend, and Matt ruined the night.
He couldn't be a good friend. He couldn't get out of bed. He couldn't save Hell's Kitchen.
He couldn't do anything right.
Dragging his gaze back up to the ceiling, Matt slowly, and deeply, sighed. The sound resonated through the room for a split second longer before it fell into silence. For a moment, his mind blanked and quieted. Then, his mind circled with the same thought of "I can't do anything right."
If a shower wouldn't work, maybe meditation would.
Matt willed his body to sit up. With much struggle, he sat up. His body felt wrong, but it had nothing to do with the soreness from his night out. He pushed past that feeling and forced himself to focus with his inner self. An exhausted sigh slipped past his lips not even a minute later.
Who was he kidding?
Matt flopped back down on his back, his bed groaning in protest to the sudden weight thrown upon it. Meditation wouldn't change him not wanting to do today. Nothing would.
Convincing himself that the exhaustion he felt was purely physical from a long night out and with hope that somebody would call him and give him a reason to get up for the day, Matt slowly closed his eyes and attempted to quiet his thoughts with a nap.