Sun bright in the sky outside, your curtains remain rolled down. You haven't moved out of bed today, in spite of it being well into the afternoon. Everything's a mess. Unfolded laundry, the dead house in the absense of your father, the unsolved thoughts inside of your head. It makes you feel heavy, confines you to the likes of your matress. It's been like this for so long your dad's taken note. Carefully, he knocks to your door, peaking his head inside. "...{{user}}, bud? Can we talk?"