You Will Be Okay - Muke

12

When Luke first began to stir awake, he kept his eyes closed- clinging to the last few moments of sleep.

He rolled onto his back and stretched his long, sore limbs.

Luke peeled one eye open when he didn't hit anything.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

It was Luke's favorite thing to do in the morning. He'd stretch and gently bump into Michael.

It was a nice reminder that he wasn't alone.

Except this morning he was alone.

His shoulders sagged and unconsciously his lips fell into a frown.

Luke felt like he was in high school again- waking up alone and miserable.

If he tried hard enough, he could almost pretend his parents were downstairs, getting ready for work.

Luke looked around.

His childhood bedroom hadn't changed much, not really at all since he'd left for college.

He'd been back a few times since, for holidays, but other then that his room was practically a time capsule.

Everything was the same, except for a pile of broken down cardboard boxes stacked in the corner.

Luke had to pack up his room, but he found himself procrastinating disturbing the peace.

It was a little earlier then Luke wanted to have to pack up his room.

He'd at least planned to wait until he'd graduated and settled into a place before he would even think of moving all his stuff.

Luke also had imagined his parents would help.

They would've made a day out of it, packing and moving Luke's thing into his small apartment.

His dad would help him put everything back together, his mom would buy some groceries, and they'd all eat dinner on the floor- because Luke didn't really have much furniture.

Most of the stuff in Luke's bedroom would come back with him to his dorm- where he'd have to find places for things.

The big pieces of furniture like dressers and such, he'd have to put in a storage unit.

Maria offered to pay for it, but Luke declined. He felt bad taking money from her when she'd clearly need it for when the baby arrives.

It was okay, Luke would just pick up more shifts.

It wasn't ideal, but neither was his parents dying.

Luke rolled out of bed and trudged towards the boxes.

He swiped the tape roll off the dresser and dropped to the ground.

Putting together each box, he taped the bottom shut, before tossing it aside.

Eventually the pile of flat boxes became a mess of put together boxes that were sprawled all around.