Sunday – 4.30 A. M.
The indigo sky was still scattered with sprinkles of stars though the light pollution of the lively city dampened the sheen. Shiro found it hard to go back to bed after managing to sneak in five hours of slumber. The foreigner unpacked the cardboard boxes hoping to find some snacks or instant noodles. But the box was filled to the brim with bottles upon bottles of yogurt drinks instead.
The sleepy teen hobbled out and sat on the porch railing after changing into a hoodie and track pants; sipping on the room temperature beverage. The lonely child dangled their feet while watching the tranquil view of the neighborhood. The wind chime hanging over the patio canopy jingled as the mellow wind blew over it. The teen decided wearing a cap to keep their hair from flying over their face.
Woosh∽
