Grozdan's POV
I never took myself as the sentimental type, but I woke up this morning with an odd longing and appreciate for the roof of Michiko's attic, I loved everything about it, I remember the first night we spent here I complained till I passed out from exhaustion, I complained about the roof being too low, I complained about the smell of damp wood, I complained about the lack of proper insulation and I swear I could feel things crawling all over me, I hated it, but today I wanted to curl into my futon in the farthest corners of this little attic and stay like that till I was covered in mold and woodwurts
