now what?

He has a lot of work. Too much, actually.
And a deadline. Which he tries not to think about.
There is still time.
He spends the day in front of his computer, which makes his back hate him, and his left shoulder despise him.
He does not really pay attention, when the sun goes down, even though the window is right in front of him. He does not like that. He hates it, actually.
He goes for a walk at the end of the day, trying to evaluate how much work he has gotten done,
and planning the remaining days, and trying to take a break.
He does not pay attention to how quiet the city is today, or how beautiful the clouds are above him, whose gray tones are bright even though it is dark.
He goes to bed as soon as he cannot take it anymore, and he tries to wake up as early as he can, only to sit in front of his unmoving companion, the computer. The day passes, quite quickly, and his production rate is not as fast as the passing seconds. And soon, it's dark again. He takes his usual walk. Again.
On the day before the deadline, his body is very weary. His eyes are bloodshot. His back and left shoulder prevent him from making any sudden movement. He is nervous. Very nervous. He stays up all night, trying to finish his work. But eventually gives in to two hours of sleep, which he can't really notice.
On that final day, when he hands in his work, which he is not really satisfied with, he can't really notice anything that is going on around him. Things go quite well, much better than he thought. Even though he is struggling to stay awake, which he also soon stops noticing.
Near the end, when everyone goes home, and everything is done, and he is finally free, to enjoy a well earned time of rest, he stops short.
He notices something, it gets his attention. He sees himself going home, but he can't help the sickness in his stomach. He notices that he has no more work. He can do whatever he likes with his time, at least for a good long while. This thought increases the stomach sickness. He starts paying attention to that feeling below his abdomen. Only one phrase passes through his head "Now what?"