C73 His true colours

It was early the next day, Kamala was entangled in his bed with his white sheets covering.The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up his face. He groaned in frustration. Turning off the noisy alarm, he rubbed his face. He had a long day ahead. He didn't know whether he should be glad about whatever he had in mind, but for his happiness he had to