Monday, June 8th

His prediction are right.

Today is raining heavily, but not enough to be a storm.

He softly rub his sides, trying to make sure nothing is broken.

He huff and walk to the window.

Today the moon is starting to frown a bit.

"What's wrong?"

He asked the moon.

In which the moon replied by hiding under the black cotton candy.

He bid the moon good night and also tried to sleep himself.

It was a long, long time until his body finally shut down and managed to sleep through the rain.