Well well... I couldn't get back to sleep and went on listening to the hurling wind outside, my eyes fixed at the shadowy patterns on the ceiling in the darkness of my Cocoon. When my father found his closet pillaged by my uncle (a sign of his Akineton searching the previous day) in the morning, I nodded dreamily at his breathed swearing while I was having my breakfast. The same reply to his kissing the top of my head compassionately and sarcastically going afterwards, "Heh you're probably going 'Cut the drama' at the moment, right?" while I was plucking my eyebrows (It's nice to have someone in your life who knows you well enough, thus, manages to pursue a conversation that you don't have to actively participate).