Parking lot

"Do you sleep inside that coffin?" I asked, without making eye contact with Orlan.

The atmosphere became cold and quiet. Orlan also diverted his gaze from me because he couldn't bring himself to answer my question.

"The answer is Yes right?" I threw back another question to him.

Orlan places his hands on my hair, as he runs his finger through my hair. "I was going to stop!" He mumbled with a very low voice.

"What do you plan to stop?" I asked because I don't know if he's referring to what he's currently doing to my hair, or if he's referring to the coffin.

"I was going to stop sleeping inside the coffin!" He mumbled once more, as his eyes became red. "But the coffin feels like home to me!" He added, before staring at the window.

I believe he doesn't want me to see his red eyes, but it's already too late.

"Why would you take a coffin-like home?" I asked, this time around I placed my hands on his cheeks so that he could now stare at me.

Orlan stares at me, and he bites his lower