He has recently discovered the concept of a happy box.
He smiled, caressing its wooden surface and humming his favourite song. He traced his finger over the golden edges of the lid.
He doesn't dare open it. But he was curious, so curious...
Almost!
But not quite.
"Everyone opens their happy boxes," he mumbled, creaking open the lid just a little before slamming it shut again.
Something wasn't right about it. He didn't know why. His mother has never told him about the bad effects of opening the happy box. But again, his mother has never cared about him.
In fact, nobody cared.
Nobody told him about happy boxes.
He didn't actually know whether people opened them.
A loud crash behind him indicated that his mother had burst in without knocking. He jumped. He could never get used to this.
"It's time to sleep," his mother said, "tomorrow is the first day of school, and you don't want to be sleepy, do you?"
He sat down on the edge of his bed and watched his mother leave the room. She came back a few seconds later to switch the light off.
He was left in darkness.
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Mm... short chapter
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Happy Box
General FictionEveryone has their very own happy box. It's where you keep your happiness, where else? Each box is special, as everyone sees happiness differently. Some are complimentary, some are not meant to be together. Inspired by Cupycake (https://www.youtube...
