Building Comfort
2035
Aidan
My eyes fly open and I feel my head leaning against something soft, something breathing. When I turn to face whatever that is, I see Valencia leaning against me with her hand interlocked still with mine. Sleeping.
Was I sleeping too?
I shift in my position to look out of the small window. The sky is gray and cloudy, perhaps the mountain of clouds we spotted yesterday has rolled over the Bronx completely.
So far, there aren't any signs of an anomaly. Yet.
"Vally..." I gently shake the girl's shoulder, to which she groggily opens her eyes.
"Hey, you slept," she mumbles, stating the obvious, as she sits up, "you look better."
Do I?
Unsure what to say to this, I instead point outside to the clouds. "Look, the clouds are here."
Valencia stands up, blows out her candle, puts it into her backpack and then walks to the window, looking up to the sky.
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