JUST AN HOUR BEFORE DAWN. Though, Pearl hasn't had any sleep. She doesn't comprehend it. The pillows are fluffed, the temperature in the room is at the right point, but she just can't fall asleep. Her eyes are open, mind active. She keeps on staring at the bare ceiling before going to the kitchen; there she heats a cup of soymilk. With that, she walks out to the patio and sits on one of the chaise lounges in front of the pool.
It reminds her of Heath. This is the place where they always rehearse. The place where their friendship has started to develop. A weird friendship, frankly. She isn't sure if that's the right word to describe it. But well, it's socially acceptable. Does she feel like he's a friend? The way she feels whenever he's around, it's the way a friend feels about another fri
