..... HORA POV...
As if by ritual, I wake up and turn on my side checking the time.
It's 5:55 am, the sun hasn't risen yet, leaving my apartment still pitch dark.
After I get out of bed, I head to the en suite bathroom.
Turning on the light, it illuminates the room around me.
Proceeding to have a quick shower, I get dressed putting on a light blue faded jeans, white T-shirt and overlay it with one of Dylan's grey hoodies which I've borrowed, pairing it with white sneakers.
After blowing my hair and putting on a light foundation, I grab my round framed glasses and leave my home making my way next door.
Before I enter, I type in the all too familiar pass-code to my neighbours door: 290391
I can't help but feel very warm knowing that his taken such care.
Only he could be as cheesy, as having my birthday be his pass-code.
When I open the door, I find clothes laying on the floor and shoes scattered all over the front entrance.
