I don't know if I want to move. This bed is comfortable. He looks at the bedside table with the candle. A box with a red heart on top is the only other item. He opens it.
Music starts to play.
A plucked, twang type metal sound. Distorted but classically recognizable. I think I should go. She comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I'm sick of people who give up their dreams.