The Ennui

He rolled out of bed quietly and began to dress, gathering his clothes from where they had been recklessly tossed. He buckled his belt, secured the strap that prevented his heavy revolver from bouncing, and quickly checked over his other belt pouches. A deep sense of ennui seemed to hover over the village, and it was unnerving. He wanted to get a look around to investigate this feeling before day set in. Her freckled shoulder poked from beneath the blankets as she dozed. The light had not yet fallen across her face; he would let her sleep a bit longer.