He called in sick, but he was far from it. Most places don't let someone take off for being too depressed to get out of bed, especially the police. To them, depression was just a "liberal tool" used to have the young generation skip out on work. Maybe he was using it as a tool, maybe he is left in his views, but Blake wouldn't be productive if he went in, today. He was doing them a favor.
He had to get out of bed today, he had to. He checked the clock and he discovered that he has been staying in bed for the past three hours. Through his willpower alone, he thrust himself out of his bed. He stood there, in his pajama bottoms, for five minutes before heading to the shower. Today will be a productive day.
He left his apartment, not his house. The house was his ex-wife's now. Luckily, he was paid enough to survive on a small apartment, for now.
He thought about going shopping. Nothing like escapism to soothe his soul. Regardless if he bought anything, he would feel accomplished. He got out of the house. Baby steps are still steps. Clothes shopping is always fun. He would buy a new vest. He wasn't too old for the chic shops, just yet.
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