Day 36: Recreational Field
As shift change approached, Ken was beginning to wonder if he and Argilla were not from the same world. Certainly, there were stark contrasts: Iwatodai had no black sun when he'd last left it, and--as far as he knew--this Junkyard had no extra hour. But the traits the two worlds shared were overwhelming. In most other situations, unlikely as well.
He sighed and stretched out onto the grass, deciding to leave those thoughts for when paper and pencil were available. Right now, Ken simply wanted to sleep, having had only an hour spread over the last few days. The feat shouldn't be that difficult, given the cool air and the soft padding.
Or so the child thought. Few minutes drifted by, and he found himself still staring up, wide-eyed and awake. Each attempt at closing his eyes met with failure; despite the exhaustion, Ken couldn't keep them shut. If this kept up, he wasn't sure if sleep would be possible.
[For Adel]
He sighed and stretched out onto the grass, deciding to leave those thoughts for when paper and pencil were available. Right now, Ken simply wanted to sleep, having had only an hour spread over the last few days. The feat shouldn't be that difficult, given the cool air and the soft padding.
Or so the child thought. Few minutes drifted by, and he found himself still staring up, wide-eyed and awake. Each attempt at closing his eyes met with failure; despite the exhaustion, Ken couldn't keep them shut. If this kept up, he wasn't sure if sleep would be possible.
[For Adel]