He trotted down the stairs, lazy footsteps falling heavily on dirty steps.
He looked around him and took in the filth-strewn surroundings, although he didn’t need such circumspection to confirm what he had been long aware.
The place was a mess, and truthfully, so was he. He walked through the hallway, shuffling apathetically over the litter on the floor. He sat at the kitchen table and lit a cigarette.
He looked at the forgotten half-ravaged birthday cake with distaste. A sickly reminder of his own age. His cigarette had gone out, he started on a whiskey breakfast and lit another.
via Daily Prompt: Cake