Luke's Bunk

Luke entered the brightly lit cabin, squinting against the golden glare. He tentatively stepped inside, looking around and praying he was alone. He was. The walls glowed, and everything in the room was a bright yellow gold. He walked to the back of the cabin to a bunk in the corner, checking and double checking it was unused. The last thing he needed was to bother the people he would be living with for the next few months. He set down his yellow duffel-huh, it matches,- and sat on the bed. He was still almost in shock from the day's events. He had been taken here by his mother, given some tale about how his father was a god, and was now expected to live here on his own? How had this happened! A lonely tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped it away. He couldn't cry. Not right now, at least.