You wake up in the morning. Like most other days, you don't want to get up.
You actually just want to stay in bed under the covers and not do anything but lay there and hope nothing bad enters into your mind.
Like how you live alone with one cat that you lovingly named Meowser. He's five now, and most of the time you can't help but think about how alone you'll be when he passes.
The thought makes you want to cry, but you can't go into work with red puffy eyes. People will ask about it, and it's too hard to explain.
What do you want to do?