C.M. Minerva

A Man in the Castle

The chirping birds vocalized their extraordinary tone and vexatious songs accompanied by all the other critters with their personalized verses. Oh, but the birds... The birds were the ones more prominent than the rest -probably due to them being closer to the glass that separated the outside world from the old smelling inside- which caused a young-looking jet-black-haired man in his silky bedspread to grunt and curse, not quite aspiring to be up just yet. He concealed his deathly pale face from the wretched sun by using his right arm to protect his eyes because the light was giving him a headache. The man associated that he must haul himself out of bed to close the drapes, so his pale white skin doesn't get greatly sunburnt -which meant that the tiredness would fade, making him frown even more- and he already perceived the fact that he didn't want to deal with that all day.