Ainesley opens his laptop. All you can hear is the air breathe by the aircondition. In a dusty carpet he lies, where he faces the only root of light in his dim room.
It's the middle of the night and void slowly crawls again, disecting his skin to his nerves. It's been a busy week in school. But this day is different.
No activities, no occurrence of honcho poncho of craps and productivity. Just a static day in school. Yet he feels very exhausted like floating with the absence of gravity.
He surfs the internet. Watch random videos from youtube.
React to posts, read gossips, pleasure self, review a few from the handouts given by the prof or take some name test meaning in google, but the void wouldn't leave. He is still empty.
He close the laptop facing upwards the blank ceiling. All is empty also. No lizards, no insects, no predator nor preys.
He close his eyes a little longer then he opens his laptop again and take another test. Suddenly, he started writing in his blog.
" It was written on me. "
Ainesley crack up on an intense laughter. " My parents are genius. "
Then silence follows as the void stays, not leaving the room.