Veridis Quo

Epilogue

What happens when the sun falls? When it disappears over the horizon, sending the world into darkness, what happens after? Does the moon compensate? Do the stars stop twinkling in the sky? Does the likelihood or crime quadruple? Maybe, possibly, debatably.

However, one certainty is the morning after; what goes down, must go up.

The sun rises once again, a new day.

Through slightly dusty shutters, light still weasled its way into the room. A nightstand, a closet, two doors, a personal desk, a wide assortment of belongings and most importantly, a humble bed. The mattress was as thick as my thigh, springy goods of the highest quality. Despite the current season, a thin blanket adorned the bed, the sealed environment similar to the inner workings of an igloo. It also adorned the large lump on the bed.

I let out a long yawn, the surge of oxygen like a blood drug. Eyes still shut, I snuggled deeper into the covers, smiling in my sleep.

Anything after hospital beds was fantastic, though this was way better than anything beforehand. I could probably get three more bodies on the bed before a permanent indent formed. To find a balance between durability and comfort was an art form in itself. I knew who I had to thank for that – I had done so countlessly.

I had no problem staying like that, in bed, drifting carelessly in and out of sleep.

If only that light was turned off...

Alas, there wasn't a switch for the sun.

Groaning, I sluggishly brought a hand to cover my eyes, struggling to open them. It wasn't the light that bothered me, the warmth evened it out. Turning over to my other side, I glanced at the digital alarm clock. Eyes squinted and slightly blurry, I huffed in numb disbelief.

Well past the early morning.

Why did I keep lying in bed? I had to get up.

However, nothing forced me to do so. I could stay there all day, rotting away...

Therein lies the problem; rot. Indeed, I could lie and do nothing all day, succumbing to comfort and sloth.

But she wouldn't want that for me, none of them would. Plus, there were multiple things I had and could do. First in order was getting on my feet and breakfast. Lunch? No, it wasn't that late, so a light breakfast.

As my mind awakened, my body eventually followed. Weighing the options in the fridge, I wandered back to... everything.

A lot happened in the past month. Like, way too much. I was fine now... sort of.

How should I go about it?

"Hm..."

Shuffling my legs off the bed, I slowly sat at the edge, careful to not undo the stitches in the side I'd rolled on to check the time.

The chronological order, true and tested.

After I was shot-

Okay, that's not how you start a day. Instead, I finally got up to my feet, slipped into a pair of rubber slippers, dragged myself to the bathroom and began my day. While my body worked on autopilot, I reminisced on what happened that night.

So, I was shot. Big whoop, though it kind of was. Luck was like the semen in my testicles; just when I thought I ran out, I had another string to ejaculate.

Out of wits and luck, the bullet I received – a courtesy of Melon – hit the right side of the liver without an exit wound. Somehow, fortunately, Miya was unhurt besides slipping on mud and dropping me like a three story cake.