The night before he was fine walking up the stairs.
Or was he? As soon as he made it to his room, he threw a fit. But that's not all he threw, books and toys flew right across the room.
He shut out the light, jumped into bed and pulled up the covers. His front facing towards the wall. He soon closed his eyes and the first thing that he saw was a flashing between white and black. He then heard the water slosh and drop from the gutters. Moments later he turned onto his back and his eyes still shut. Then he saw a thick black line wave from the right to the left, then from the left back to the right.
He heard a light thunder.
A few minutes later, he fell directly to sleep.
The next morning, he awoke with a frown on his face immediately. Not much reason for it at all either. His eyes still shut, he got off of his bed. And pulled up the covers to the top.
He opened his eyes at this point, and walked over to his closet. He angrily yanked out some somewhat random clothing. He went downstairs, already dressed in the particular clothing. Such a usual and unemotional expression left on his face.
He sat down.