As the first ray of sunlight peeked through the grand white curtains a boy with black hair stirred in his sleep.
His crimson eyes snapped open.
His expressions twisted slightly.
"Fucking nightmare".
He cursed. Grand lines for the first word spoken in the morning.
He looked around himself for a brief moment. He saw the little white crow sleeping in a small fluffy cradle.
She's fine.
He thought as he slowly got up.
After the cold shower yesterday, Alden went straight to sleep.
Which raised the question — how does anyone sleep after a cold shower?
But the answer was simple.
If your body was tired enough, you could even sleep within a pool of molten lava.
He did try to speak to Kyun before sleeping but she still didn't respond.
I really need to find a bird therapist for Kyun's post traumatic session.
Alden sighed.
He didn't really know how to console her. She was just an infant.
