Overcast

"Anna."
The sound of a clock ticking echoed through the empty room. Empty, save for the bed in the corner by the window. A dull light shone through the panes of glass.
The aging man in the bed turned his head from the view out the window to call again. "Anna, where are you?"
Silence met him.
"Anna?"
The clock beat its tattoo like a beating heart.
"Anna? Where are you?!? Anna!" The man's hands fluttered in agitation and fear.
"It's alright, Will, I am here." Another sound interrupted the clock's rhythm, followed by the woman. She opened the door to the empty room and moved to the bed, taking up the man's veined hand in her youthful ones.
"Oh, there you are. I was afraid..." the old man said as his panic subsided.
Anna smiled sadly. "It's alright, Will. I am here."
Will let out a small chuckle which quickly turned into a wheezing cough. Anna's expression changed to one of concern as she helped him to sit up.
"Anna..." Will muttered through half-closed lips once settled back on his pillow.
"What is it, Will?"
"Can I go outside today?"
Anna did not even glance through the triple-thick glass window, did not cast her gaze upon the barren landscape shrouded by thick green clouds, did not even pause to think. "Not today, Will. It's too cold."
"You always say that." Will pouted as only a sick old man can pout. "At least tell me if the sun is out today."
She longed to say Yes the sun is out today, but it's hidden by the perpetual clouds. Yes the sun is out today, but no one has seen the sun in fifteen years. Yes the sun is out today, but even if you could see it, Will, it is not the sun you remember.

"Yes, the sun is out today, and the sky is blue, just like you remember."