When the Lord Cries, it Rains... [STORY]

Morning.

He'd been watching the very faint rays of sun slowly come up into the windowsill, beaming, thin, little lazers shining onto the boring wood floor. Nothing moved, only the light rising lazily, time slowly passing.
Not a single minute of shut eye. Rafael's mind was buzzing with an empty feeling, much like a lone firefly trapped in a white walled box. The plain, gray, pictureless, perfect room hadn't said anything to him all night, neither had the rest of the house, silent, deep, hollow. The young boy's ears couldn't hear a single imperfection. He raised his hands, feeling around said ears to make sure they weren't blocked or anything.
A crack outside of his room, the sound of tiny footsteps, he sat up in his bed, listening, turning his ears towards the sound.
At last he would be able to get out of this hole.

He wondered what time it was.

Slowly and carefully he stepped out of the plain white sheets, disturbing the drowning silence with his motion. He needn't get change, not having removed his clothe from the night before. Slinking towards the bedroom door he opened this last one, the cool morning air wafting into his room.

It must be around five o'clock.

Hair slicked back he almost crawled to the kitchen, looking for the source of the tiniest footsteps, himself making hardly any noise.