19
Calm
It is always deep.
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I WOKE to the sound of working tines and knives from the kitchen halls. For not sleeping, a couple of hours are enough for now, knowing how I was not the only one struggling. I walked in on my boss barely dressed, hair dishevelled, and eyes slightly drooping but resistant.
“You should sleep some more, Miss Luo.”
I evaded his words and made no reply as I went over to his side.
“Do you see strings, Sir?” I asked instead.
I reached for a couple of lemons and started making lemon water for us. The afterglow was peeing through the barely drawn blinds of his living room window that stretched across the upper half of the wall. It overlooked the city and even though the day is young, city lights surely populate the air all throughout time.
“No.”
“But…
