The next day dawned as sunlight slipped in through the barred window and shone on the sleeping face of the body of Luan Aldrin that was still passed out on the marble tiled floor of the lounge he was laying on from the past, stormy, horrible night after his body gave out due to the frosty cold and chill of the night that had him weak.
Birds chirped like as if they were greeting the morning with a welcoming song, just like how a scene from a fairy tale would look like was how this surprising morning was dawning like. But that too was failing wake Luan up from his deep, comatose slumber. Although it wasn't a surprise. When the chaos of the night before failed to wake him up, could the little harmony of the morning succeed? The author too wondered, themself.
The morning bell of the school
