In the dark room, I stared up at the ceiling.
It's a ceiling I've been looking at since I was a baby and became aware of my surroundings… or at least, that's what it feels like, though it's a little different.
After all, the house was only built last year.
Still, I've been looking at this ceiling for over a year now. I'm definitely used to it.
Not just the ceiling—I'm also familiar with the feel of the futon I'm lying on, and the tatami mats beneath it. Everything is the same as always. It should be, anyway.
But tonight, something is different. I can hear the sound of Nina-chan's breathing beside me.
"..."
I'm pretty sure she's not asleep yet. Sometimes Hina sneaks into my futon, and I can tell that Nina-chan's breathing is different. When people are asleep, their breathing is more relaxed. Nina-chan's breathing is still a bit quick, so she's probably awake.
Thinking about that, I squeezed my eyes shut tightly.
