For Rachel

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Rachel laid in her bed, just staring at the ceiling, not knowing what she was doing with her life. Usually on the weekends she would make a nice meal, go for a run, and then cuddle up on the couch and watch tv.

But for the past couple of weeks, all she would do was go to work and then come home and sleep. Eat if she actually had enough energy.

She didn't know what she was doing with her life. She wanted to change, but she couldn't bring herself to get up.

That's it, she thought, I'm going to get up.

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She was in fact not up and was still lying on the sheets of her bed.

If I don't get up, my whole family will die.

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She was still in bed.

She was about to give up and just stay in bed, but she heard a meow, indicating that a hungry cat was in her house.

She rose up into a sitting position on her bed, groaning when she felt sharp pain in her lower back.

And strutting in like he paid the rent, came Garfield. The unoriginally named orange cat who was going to be borderline obese with how much Rachel fed him.

He meowed again staring directly at her.

"Fine, fine, I'm getting up." Rachel muttered, scowling as Garfield sauntered away.

She headed downstairs slowly, feeling drowsy even though all she's been doing the past week is sleeping.

Garfield was patiently waiting at his bright pink bowl that had a fancy letter G on the front, with his tail flickering when Rachel walked into the kitchen.

For the past couple of months Rachel had been taking care of the cat as if he were her own when she first found him sunbathing in her backyard. She even got him spayed so no other mini-Garfield's showed up on her porch. Though doing that caused him to promptly ignore her for a week until one day she walked into her living room and found him sitting on her couch as if he belonged there.

She didn't know who he belonged to, if he belonged to anyone at all, but he refused to be domesticated, wanting to stay part time street cat part time house cat.

But Rachel didn't mind, she liked the company.

She opened one of the cans of cat food and scooped it out, spooning it into his bowl. The cat meowed in thanks and shoved his head into the food, trying to inhale it like it was going to disappear.

Rachel gave him a disgusted look before walking over to her couch and sitting down.

She had decided she was going to go for a run.

Get up a try to cure her body of this depressive episode.

Rachel used to be a good runner. She would exercise every other day and keep her body in great physical shape. But as of late she just hasn't been able to get herself to get up and do anything productive besides work.

Her lack of exercise hit her full force once she started running. And the first thing she noticed was the unbearable pain in her knees.

She had to stop, not even a hundred feet from her house, and decided that she would just walk and hope her body would loosen up a little.