Jul 4
Of all places, Megat had chosen one of the mansion's decorative guest room to read. It wasn't a room meant much for anything beyond impressing visitors.
The room was one his parents insisted remain immaculate, every cushion must be in place, every surface cleared of any decorations or utensils, every corner untouched by dust. It wasn't meant for reading, but that's precisely why it was so peaceful.
Somewhere between flipping through one page and the next, he had fallen asleep in an awkward position.
(This took way too long because I couldn't decide what the fuck I was gonna do with the background, but I think a mural suits it nicely in the end) (β₯οΉβ₯), β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
Hope it's OK and not too much of an eyesore)
