I’m gonna do the seven deadly sins this week because… no real reason. I just need prompts.
Today is sloth.
It oozed through the windows and settled on the sills. It coalesced in the corners and congealed in the cracks. It built up like bricks and shut out the daylight.
“Can I clean it for you?”
“No,” he said, thinking, “I’ll do it.”
But it crept off the sills and spindled to the floor like ivy and tangled in a nest of maybe-later that would not be undone.