" Time to get up. "
I said to myself as I awoke in my new bed. I took a nap to see if this was a dream and not a new reality I was facing. Looks as though I was pulled from my own world to some random place. Whatever. Getting up and fixing my bed was a hassle, but I did it anyway. I was glad I didn't wake my roommate, as I didn't want to converse with someone I don't know . Someone who didn't need to be conversed with. After fixing myself up and putting on my sneakers, I decided to go out for a jog. Yes, I was going out for a jog at 3am in the morning. Early to rise early to sleep; in this case, early to rise and never going to sleep. Once outside of my apartment, I saw my neighbor also out of her apartment, too. As much as I wondered why someone else was awake around this time, I couldn't help but notice that only a small bit of her hair look white. Was it a style? Maybe in her world that was meant to be a fashion statement—a rebellious phase that teenagers go through when going against their parents' rules.
Ah. I realized I was staring for too long. As to not make it awkward, I decided to alleviate the dead air roaming about between us.
Not because I was trying to be nice.
Not because I wanted to make friends.
Not because I thought it was the right thing to do.
But because she was outside around the same time as I was, maybe even longer than me. I'll commence the nonsense.
The boy had walked up to the person who was outside of her apartment. Neutral expression adorned, he wasn't going to mention his opinion about her hairstyle. Regardless of the world he was in, he knew that everyone was capable of being dangerous. He didn't want to get on anybody's bad side if he could avoid it at the moment. The easiest way to start the conversation was to bring up simple conversation starters. Something that could really set the 3am mood.
Here goes nothing.
