Gemotions

He considered the possibility of just going back to bed. The duvet, back in his old room, felt like a haven from the relentless cheerfulness of his parents. He rubbed his eyes, a dull ache throbbing behind them. He wanted quiet. He wanted darkness. He wanted to be left alone.

The chirping of birds outside his window grated on his nerves. He rolled over, pulling the covers over his head. It was no use. The scent of bacon, undeniably delicious, however, was also a symbol of forced togetherness. He kicked the covers off, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

He would have to face the day.