I glanced into the empty space in my room, not searching for something act ually but my eyes wont stop scrutinising the entire room, like I'm in need of

something, or am expecting someone. Maybe the second assumption is reall y the answer why am being behaving suspiciously.

I knew the twilight is here, and the white cloud has already turned to a d ark one. Though I knew my room was clouded with dark, I didn't bother t o turn on the light, I stayed motionless on my bed.

The myriad of star are gleaming somewhere far away from my window, gi ving me a perfect view to clear...