Crossing Illusion: Reflection (Book 1) #Wattys2017

Chapter 17: A Day Off

Unlike the usual schedule of his morning, his alarm remain silent, letting him enjoy the dream world just a little more. His body still tired by the unbelievable toll burdened on his back last night.

Fortunately, the abomination he seen yesterday did not included in his dream.

That's what at least expected by Noir, yet, the images that he see still haunt his mind whenever he awakes. He get used to it though.

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Stockverst, Ruttenboard Apartment, 09:43 AM

The building isn't so standing out in such capital city, though it still looks beyond average. At least, appear better than the Middlewich apartment where Noir Thompson live.

In room marked as 027, there is a door with two thing; one panel written as "Almerich Einkarsten's Room. If you happened to search for him, he was here. Knock only when needed." then an additional note below, "Did not accepting property or other advertisement campaign, please."

Inside, the boy still lying on his bed, with one of his two pillow cushioned his head, and other one used to covering his eye, while his other hand holding the bolster. Clearly, he had hard time sleeping, but that's not a thing to wonder. All he know for sure, he's too tired to wake up, even if he unable to sleep.

His room are clean and tidy in systematic order, with a desk full of certain object he fond of, or he may use of. Many papers, books, or even photograph lies there, along with stationary for working.

Other than a cupboard, he had one desk chair, a small circular fluffy carpet, a calendar in wall, and boxes to keep unused objects, and a book shelf. Unlike most teenage that decorate the room with posters or figure, Almerich was quite the opposite of Noir who stuff his room with rocker idols poster and such.

Outside from his bed, there were his bright clean bathroom and a small kitchen. He never in need to cook anything big and fancy, but he actually skilled in cooking. However, what he mostly cook are tuna sandwich, because his best friend happened to love it so much.

But he don't need to cook at that day, so he continue to sleep. At least he tried.

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Stockverst, Denrichte Residence, 10:58 AM

In an ordinary housing complex on the side of the big capital city, there are a small home with just an ordinary lawn and wooden fence, with flowers and trees, and an ordinary house for three resident.

An old man was watering the plants, as a greeting heard from the entrance door of the house. "Morning, grandpa~" A young lady in untied pale creamy blond seems just awake. She only wear simple clothing, seems never bothered to wear pajamas before going to sleep, as she accustomed to cold.

"Ohhh Melisa, this already daytime!" The old man chuckled as he turn to the girl. She reply with a flustered smile. "Last night I can't sleep. After all, I go home at 5 in the morning.." She indirectly complaint.

"Then sleep more, dear. I wake you up when the foods are ready." A kind-looking elderly lady approach her. Her smile are so gentle, that it soothe the wounded heart of a war veteran in a bright morning with hope. "Ohh grandma.. I prefer to eat first before sleep again later." Melisa answer her.

The elder one enter her house, cautiously, patiently took a recently-baked apple pie. Definitely a traditional recipe straight from country, and Melisa love it. "Whooaa~ Apple pie! Is this my second birthday of the year?" Melisa react happily. Her granny smile again with such kindness. "If you wish so, dear."