School's final bell is nearly rung, just one sunrise away, separating reality from exhale. Drained, having been yanked from the warmth of coveted slumber, early yet unbearable, where day's first triumph saw a birth of sustenance and a run under a waking sky. Tonight, casual company with a beloved familiar face looms—the quaint repertoire of Balboa, perhaps? For later, the promise of a freshly minted tome—an undulating narrative revolving around friendship embroiled bitterly with maternal influence skirt. Conceivably predictable, nonetheless, intriguing to delve into the expected yet uncharted paths of drama.
13/5/2024 @ 0:03 First Iteration