I woke up at 6 in the morning; oddest it was for a sort of person who wakes up late anyways. The mornings are just pleasing and comforting now I suppose; I would be starting my day now with something really amazing and stirring, I would be seeing that girl, I would wake up early in the morning just to have a glimpse of her and then get lost in the desire of reviving her guises and her existence the rest of the day. I took a shower real quick, ran to the hall, picked up the slices, said goodbye to Duck, and hovered on my car to get somewhere mesmerizing. I turned on the song “Suburban girl by Lostboycrow”, opened the window, started the engine, and went on to her locale. Today the wind seems weirdly good; I’m swaying my hand out of the window, a smile is consistent on my face, the trees are
