it was late at night.. the time where you finish your work and just return back home. the time where everything becomes silent and clear. transparent as the cold wind breeze hits your body. ruffling your hair and fluttering your clothes.. the silence was deafening. yet at the same time calming..the time seemed to stop.. the time where the judging eyes of the existence sway off of you to be what you really are.

having this bless.. where you can run. walk and have fun with those you consider as your dearest is the bless you cheerish. in the time. where no sound came. except the quiet buzzing of the light bulps across the street. and the echo of your footsteps.. you stumble upon a small figure. laying down on the floor. the more you approached the more the figure got clear.

a small.. woman. sleeping with her back resting on the wall comfortably. a few bottles of beers surronded her. it seems that she went through a long night for sure.. the dim light casted over the both of you softly. as the scene left you there. to continue the story and write your own words and through your actions.