infinity on high

prologue

rehan khattak looks outside his bedroom window. it is the first thing he always does upon waking up, and the last thing he does when he is about to sleep. in fact, he has rearranged his the furniture in his bedroom just so his king-sized bed could be next to the window. it is the sort that runs from the cieling to the floor. it makes rehan feel like he is outside, instead of inside. it makes him feel like his bedroom is nature and his cieling is the endless sky. it makes him feel like a nature spirit, which does a lot to boost his confidence.

when his mother walked into the bedroom, she was only slightly abashed upon discovering that he rearranged the room. rehan could tell because she blinked twice at the sight. she didnt say anything. rehan didnt expect her to.

and so, rehan wakes up everyday to a blue-blue sky staring at him, with the sunlight carressing his cheek. he lives for moments like these. they are enough to get him through the day.

besides, it is better than the room his mother has decorated. it had large, sand-coloured tiles and a maroon wallpaper embellished with pale gold patterns. this room is meant for a prince, not a thin, frail boy who only felt like home in the pine forest outside.

he was only thirteen when they moved into this house. when rehan asked his mother about his bedroom (he asked questions back then, because he could), she said theres going to be a wife moving in eventually, so we might as well be prepared.

he sighs before letting his feet fall to ground, the cool tiles soothing him, liking the feeling of how the newly hot april air is hugging him, knocking the air out of his lungs.

he needs to get ready, it was the first day of school.