I was lying on the bed

without light.


I could hear Miles Davis's music from living room.


I stared at the white celling,

and wondered why I can figure out it is white,

although it was complitely dark around here.

Then I thought, even if the celling were red or green,

I would figure out the color even in the darkness.

I wonder why.



Someone knocked on my door, but I could guess who it was.

guess it was P.

so, I didn't answer it.

I pretended sleeping.

I really didn't feel like talk with someone.

really.



Someone knocked the door, but I ignored.

ai ｜MAIL