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Gray's Day (OneShot)

Gray sighed, eyes blank and intently focused on the black ceiling. The fuzzy darkness caused by the lack of a light source, was both comfortable and calming. A brilliant cloudiness of mind, was how he would describe it. Followed closely by reluctance. 

Why would you leave such a comfortable thing? Why would you purposefully get up, running the risk of confrontation with an idiot?  Were often questions he'd ask on a day such as this. When all he desperately craved was sleep and comfort; satisfaction and quiet.

Because you have to. You have school. Were somewhere along the line of what answer he'd give. You have to be responsible. You haven't time for a game of tug-of-war with the inevitable. 

That being having to attend class.

You'll see your friends, He'd coax, you like to do that don't you? Then, with growing resistance and a will to return to bed, he'd dress and head out. 

Though today was different.

His eyes, intently focused on nothing, were filled with an indescribable emotion. Despite waking up at a time when everyone else would seldom stir, he smiled. Kicking his legs off the side of the bed, they hit the ground soundlessly, for even his wake was as gracious as his looks. Bright violet eyes scanned the room, a dark blur of muffled tones and undescriptive shapes, soon falling on a set of clothes hanging up across the room on a bronze hook.

Gray wasted no time grabbing his clothes and changing, sliding on his shoes and collecting his bag. As he did every morning, but this one was different. He glanced in the direction of his mirror, focusing on his reflection without any resentment towards the image that stood before him. Without the urge to spend lengthy amounts of time fixing his hair and straightening every crease in his uniform, he smiled.

The person looking back at him did as well, becoming the perfect image of a beautiful person in just about anybody's eyes. Surely the boy was prettier when his smile was his.

Light humming filled the still early morning air as he moved past the mirror without hesitation. He didn't often find himself a songbird, though today would be his exception. Pale white socks delicately landed on the floor without a sound. It makes sense as to why his friends tell him he could be a murder in a horror movie. He'd make for the best jump scares, they'd remark.

His humming was gentle, lingering in the air for a moment before dissipating. The empty hall from his room to the kitchen and living room, was often times seen as eerie. However, today it was simply a hallway, not at all similar to the movie The Green Mile, which was often what he felt the walk was like. 

Gray walked just as quietly as he grabbed a biscuit from the kitchen, it wasn't often that he ate in the morning. Though a biscuit sounds good anytime. The bread was soft, despite the fact that it was made late yesterday, and it tasted quite good for what it was. For a moment, he could help but ask himself why he didn't eat in the morning, and perhaps attempt to remind himself to do so more often.

He reached, with a satisfied sigh, a hand towards the door handle. It was cold and silver. Despite the roaring heat that dominated the day, the low-lit mornings and late nights were quite frigid. For a moment he wondered whether or not he should grab a coat, eventually deciding the cold would wake him up and leaving without one. 

The dark of the sky was illuminated slightly by the warm glow of streetlamps as he began his walk to school. Eventually he'd make it to the bus stop, till then the soft sound of steps on gravel would be heard, as well as the soft continuous humming he'd begun again. 

His room and the sky were a similar dark, it brought with it similar comforts. He'd look up in search of stars and find the sky blank. The sky was sharper than his room, which was enveloped in a blurry darkness rather than the color of a pitch and lifeless void which was the early morning sky. It was as if you'd moved the sharpness scale up, in the edit setting of a photo, allowing the image to focus.