On the 20th, the temperature in Seattle had started to drop drastically, and everyone had to wear thick, warm clothes when leaving the house.
That morning Chleo got up very early to prepare breakfast and a steak so Diego could heat it when her brother wanted lunch. After that, she went into Diego's room quietly so as not to wake the boy. Then Chleo bent and kissed her sleeping brother's cheek.
"Happy birthday, my little bro. You're not so little anymore, though," she whispered with an amused smile and then let her brother fall into a deep sleep as usual.
Usually, when Chleo sneaked into his room to wish him his birthday, Diego would wake up as soon as he felt the kiss. But this time, he didn't wake up and was still asleep in his sleep. He was dreaming. A dream that couldn't be called a good one neither could be called a nightmare.
