He Breathes In...

He breathes in. A deep sigh through his dry cracked mouth. A sigh that would put the desert to shame. A sigh so deep it causes his diaphragm to bellow outward and push against his belt, as if wanting to break free of its leathery tyranny. Once his belly is full of oxygen, he spews out the carbon dioxide, disposing of all remnants that the sigh even took place. He looks up at the screen, the provider of his existence. Windows open, programs running, scripts scripting. The same thing, but on a different day. A different day that had happened five times before. He wished for the different. Something more than just another day of the year. Something more than the endless sighs. Something more than what kept his pants up. With a furrowed brow, he opens a blank notepad on the computer and proceeds to write... He breathes in...