The night wind blew, slapping her cheeks, fluttering her long hair, and flapping her cloaks. It was a calm and serene time for her. Watching the moon above, her mind started to wander alone.
It was a beautiful night. The moon was surrounded by the glimmered star like the main character of the movie. So dashing, so breathtaking, so alluring.
She took a long deep breath, her chest sunk and raised following the air inside her lungs. "I am a privileged kid."
"What do you mean by that?"
Elizebeth crafted a small curve at the end of her straight lips. Her eyes were unmoved from admiring the moon. "You are not sleeping, Anggerik?"
"We (stan) don't require sleep. We sleep for our own amusement." The tiger snuggled her head at Elizebeth's pants.
"Want to wrap me around?"
Anggerik nodded even though Elizebeth didn't look at her.
"Too bad. I don't want to sit."