Dancing Under The Disco Lights

The bright afternoon sunshine gently streamed into the bedroom of Wang Lian illuminating the small, vintage details in the room. His walls were adorned with posters of his favourite bands, while books were neatly stacked in the corner of the room.

In the centre of the room was a single bed, which was perfectly made with sheets in a pattern of lively colours. The creases were stark from lack of movement on them.

It suddenly vibrated, with a jolt, startling Wang Lian out of his sleep. He groggily reached for his phone only to find a wave of texts from his friend asking him to get ready for clubbing that night.

Irritated, Wang Lian slowly stumbled off the bed and trudged towards the bathroom.

After a few minutes, the smell of his shampoo and soap wafted from the bathroom, signifying he had started his morning routine. After taking a refreshing bath, Wang Lian stepped out of the bathroom with a cool gust of air.