It was in the middle of the night when Ibha woke up with a start. She had been dreaming about the boy in white cap who disappeared mysteriously. Breathing heavily, she briefly wondered how he would look and what could he be doing at this time if he were really alive. Feeling the warmth of Armande's hand, Ibha shifted her gaze at him and noticed that their hands were still interlocked.
"He's been on his toes the whole day," She thought and gently released her hand from his grip.
Picking her blanket she slowly sat down beside him and covered him with the blanket to keep him warm. Studying his features, she gently tousled his hair when his phone interrupted with a beep.
Ibha saw it vibrate and glow on the corner table at a distance away. Armande was too deep in sleep to realize his phone
