Pre-dawn, the air flickered with an edge of static and he pretended that what he was seeing were actual molecules, the little particles that he took on faith were there, surrounding, constantly invading his own matter without his noticing, rather than a neurological artifact of not sleeping enough, not eating the right foods, not exercising, not caring in the ways that he found endlessly difficult to actually care about.
The floors were pleasantly cold, the wood every so slightly warped, rolling slowly underfoot as he stumbled blearily toward the bathroom, the urge to vacate his bladder eventually overriding the desire to continue to curl up in the half-dirty next of blankets and pillows that had accreted on the couch. A stretch set off a ice-floe fusillade of cracks and pings, his insides snapping in and out of place, bones pinging off each other, tendons playing odious melodies as they're scraped and snapped and stretched over whatever growths arise over the decades of existence, unconscious expansions and swellings roiling through a soup of vital humors and whatever toxins the body has been unable to flush away.
It was bright enough that the trees on top of the hill were starting to become visible through a flowing overcast of fog that glided over the top of the house against the earth's rotation, small tendrils lazily extending, rotating, revealing the various eddies and turbulences as the earth below it warmed, sending plumes of night-time air into the lower portions of the atmosphere. Ghosts and goblins and trolls headed back to their caves and crannies, peering out with green glittering eyes as cats emerged for their morning hunts, lights popped on here and there across the city, the sounds of cars and buses and trains faintly filtering through the fuzz. There was something large and red stuck in the top of the trees. It was hard to make out its shape as it seemed to be moving around in the upper branches, poking out here and there only to retract and show itself again in a different spot, not like something alive; definitely moving more than it should because of the wind. He put on shoes and forgot a sweater.