Work Text:
His gaze was empty as he gazed at the ground.
It wasn't far away from him. When is it ever? Maybe a bit more today than usual, but overall, there's nothing special to say.
The floor is the same orange carpet it's always been. The walls are the same dirty beige they've always been.
It is quiet.
He wasn't sure if he liked it to be quiet or not. Probably not.
Silence meant he was alone and he wasn't so sure he liked to be. Alone, that was.
Probably not.
He felt fine.
Maybe bored.
Quite likely bored.
He swung his feet a little, but it didn't do anything, so he stopped.
He wasn't sure what he had tried to achieve.
Nothing, maybe.
Something, probably.
He wasn't so sure anymore.
He felt a little taller. That was nice. He liked to feel tall. Like he mattered.
Able to see where he was going. See what he was doing. See the horizon and know what was to come.
The light is warm against his back.
Thankfully he can't see it. It would blind him.
Like this, he can watch his shadow, beneath him. He's never been away from it for so long.
It always clung to his feet, only parting momentarily for a quick jump down a platform.
Never for five hours.
He liked it.
Three feet of space between his two and the floor.
He knew he had wanted something. There must have been a reason for why he did this.
But he was just stuck, now. Mentally, physically. Stuck where he hung.
At least he's three feet closer to it.