The Souvenir

Red's POV

"Son, you can't be like this forever. You need to gather yourself and face the truth. You are young, and you have a life ahead of you. Don't waste your life, Red." My mother said right after she got inside my room.

I grunted as I opened my eyes and saw the morning sun spilling into the room like liquid gold, pooling on the floor and stretching across the walls. Its soft, amber light filtered through the curtains, painting delicate patterns on the furniture and casting long, dreamy shadows.

My mom turned off the A/C and walked towards the window, dredging the curtains to the sides. She widely opened the glass window, and the air felt warmer, as if the sunlight carried whispers of a gentle promise, nudging the world awake. But I am too lazy to get up, and I am not in the mood to move and go to work.