#cavxrt

“It’s nice.” Observation is easily reflected on, because, well, it’s true. There’s no big fuss; no big commotion. It’s easy to think everything is fine just because the noises are normal, there the hub-bub is subdued as lunch hour rolls into the napping hour. Do people really rest though? Only those who could afford it. He pretends he doesn’t have nightmares still about the storm of raining flames; the screams. “You’ve lived around here for a while, right?” An innocent question, even if he refuses to let eyes quite meet.