Wake Louchette

I was sitting on this small sofa as I glared towards the environment right in front of our hotel room. My fingers were twirling the pen I was holding while thinking of more similarities between the plants in Prisila compared here in Layvanna. I placed my left hand on the sofa's armrest while tapping my notebook. I am fond of drawing, so I drew the similarities, slightly sketched figures, for visual purposes.

It was raining. Every drop of this cold rain, pattering in this transparent wall, gave an emotional sound in my ears. It was ranging in monotonous long and short, splattering nuances.

I was also distracted by...