Vintage

Chapter 10: I'm Telling You The Truth.

Win's face takes on the appearance of an old photograph in the wash of the morning sunlight. The trickle of rays that shoot through his eyelids wakes him up. His eyes flutter for a few seconds before he can finally open them.

Win instantly covers his face with his arm, groaning at the excessive light that has entered his eyes. The man then stretches out, and he freezes when he feels something in his right hand. He lifts his hand up and sees that he's gripping on a black bow tie.

One by one, what happened last night came to his mind. He sits up almost abruptly, blinking a couple times to let everything sink in. He remembers Bright's cotton candy smile and his lingering eyes on him. And that-Was it a dream or reality?

Win starts to freak out though his body and state of mind feel oddly fresh after maybe a decent amount of sleep he has gotten. However, he feels like he needs a few more hours of blackness.

No, it's not to sleep, but to prepare-to pour his thoughts out onto a blank page, reorganize, prioritize and pack them back in again. He has so many things to be done. Why did he sleep last night?

The man is angry at himself. He's angry because he forgot about his father last night and he doesn't want this. He doesn't want to forget his pa's smile or his big, fat and squishy hug or any memories that they shared. Sleep doesn't allow him to do any of those things, remembering his father.

There's a storm of emotions raging within himself and he's drowning. He thinks about how he could fall asleep that easily last night. The last thing that he saw was Bright's muscly forearm before the darkness took over him.

Win startles when there's a soft knock on his door. He places the bow tie that he's holding on the bedside table and removes the duvet from his body. "Ah shit!" He curses when his left foot gets tangled in the overgrown plant that is hanging from the shelf against the wall. He makes a mental note to trim it soon.

He plants his feet on the cold floor before standing up. Win groggily walks to the door and pulls it open. "Good morning, sweetheart. How was your sleep? Good?" May Opas-Iamkajorn asks with a smile etched on her lips.

"Morning, ma. It's good, I guess," Win scratches his head, still fighting himself to stay awake.

May pats his shoulder. "Go shower and let's have breakfast together. It's already nine."

"Okay..." He mumbles. But then he remembers something. "Ma, how did I end up here at home?"

May sighs at the question. "You fell asleep at the event last night. Bright sent us home, and he carried you up to your bedroom," she tells.

Win frowns because this has happened twice already. "O-okay..."

"Are you going to the store today?"

"Of course. I'm already late for over an hour. I'll shower first," Win excuses himself and May nods before walking down the stairs back to the kitchen.

Win proceeds to take a long shower as it helps him feel better. After that, he gets dressed in a black and pink striped sweatshirt and a pair of light blue jeans. He grabs his wallet, phone and car key before taking a pair of white sneakers from under his bed. He jogs down the stairs afterwards. His mother has just finished placing plates of food on the table when he arrived at the kitchen.