I Don't Deserve To Live
Mild sunrays caressed Corbin's face. The soft wind whispered 'good morning' in his ears.
"Corbin? Wake up, son." Uncle Lincoln's fatherly voice reached him, interrupting his sweet slumber.
Corbin stretched his arms over his head, yawning before opening his eyes. A smile adorned his face for some unknown reason. Corbin woke up and sat in the bed feeling refreshed.
He didn't understand why his mood was so fresh this morning. He didn't remember the last time he woke up feeling this light and happy without any reason.
Scratching his head, he pushed the blanket away and got out of the bed. His warm skin welcomed the coldness of the floor.
"Corbin, hurry up. Your uncle is waiting for you for breakfast."
"Coming in five minutes, Aunt Selma."
Corbin took a moment to gaze out of the window of his room. Today was exceptionally pleasant, and he could feel that in him.