There is a package sitting on the bed unopened, surrounded by all kinds of fabrics and clothing items.
Day has been putting off the unwrapping, figuring he should first see if he loves the clothes he bought or not, before he goes to the box, which is the ultimate gift he has gifted himself in an afternoon full of shopping.
Today he woke up and opened his closet, looking for something to wear, only to stand there, one hour later, and all the clothes around his fur-slippers adorned feet, with nothing to wear.
He didn't have one thing that he could wear, something to fit the mood he was in.
He hasn't been going out often, and he felt like taking a stroll, perhaps check out a new café or something, and just feel the air on his face.
But nothing.
So, his small walk turned into a full-blown shopping trip. But, not the kind of shopping he did before or the kind that his mom advised him to, oh no.
