He enjoyed mornings and the fresh air at the start of a new day. He enjoyed clouds traveling through the vast canvas the sky was. He enjoyed the feel of the sun on his skin as he shot a basketball through the hoop.
The sunshine was different. Kel still enjoyed it, yes, but Sunny was always there to brighten his day without putting in any effort. Sunny was always Kel's sun. He looked forward to a new day with the sun shining when he was a child.
Kel was unsure of what he looked forward to now. He likes to tell himself it's basketball. If not basketball, then what else?
He didn’t have an answer to that question.
Kel plastered a soft, pathetic smile on his face, raising his fist. He let it hover over the solid wood before knocking. A rhythm he was familiar with. The white door stood before him, casting a faint shadow.
There was no response.