LANCE
At the next morning, I wake up before Sam, Seven and Magnus. After I hurt my ears from Magnus's shrilling kid's voice I have troibl sleeping the night before.
But the cold atmosphere in this place makes me shiver in odd places. Next thing I know, I'm sleeping.
The sun can't penetrate through the walls. I wake up to the voices of neighbors, especially grade school kids running around their yard. Screaming insults to their playmates. I heard women's voices greeting good morning to their neighbors, the smell of bacon being fried in the morning.
The sound of cars pulled out of their garage.
It was strange. Last night I remember we are in dark alleyways. Squeezing ourselves to smelly and trashy dumpsters and suspicious establishment.
But the sounds I'm hearing outside make it seem we're in the middle of peaceful neighborhood. I squirm in the sofa I slept in, flipping the blanket I draped around myself.