Avina was captivated by how plain the ceiling looked. Yet, at the same time, she treated it as something that was interesting and worth her staring. She stared into the different cracks hibernating in the soft brick-colored tiles and how odd shapes formed in her mind. She stared until her eyes started to get drowsy and the sounds of pen scribbling became her lullaby. She stared until she stared no more.
The first sight Avina was greeted to was the same ceiling she had spent staring at before. Except for this time, instead of the lamplight being her guiding lantern, it was the morning sun. Unbeknownst to her, she had slept until the sun rose in the sky.
Avina blinked once before she quickly sat up. She tossed the blanket laid on her lap off and stood on her feet. Her eyes immediately landed on the other human in the room.
