THURSDAY

LEYA'S P.O.V.

I never slept with my eyes closed; it wasn't actually sleep kind of like a temporary shutdown of my body but not my mind so I woke up with my eyes open. Breathing in the fresh fumes from the plants that occupied my room. The light from the sky outside was still grey. I faked a yawn before hopping down from my bed. The grey watering can on the shelf was still full of water. I picked it up and titled it over the plants in my room. One by one until I ...