Chirp... chirp... chirp...! Chirp... chirp... chirp...!
The sound of birds hopping from branch to branch, together with the golden glow of the morning sun slipping through the glass window, woke me from my slumber. I opened my eyelids and stretched my lazy body, still reluctant to move. My gaze fell upon the space beside the bed.
Once, we slept apart—me on the mattress, Ringga below on a futon. But everything changed one night when Daisy crept into our room in the dead of night, sleepy-eyed, whispering that she wanted to sleep with Ringga and me. From that night on, Ringga began sleeping by my side, whether Daisy lay between us or not. At first, I found the unfamiliar warmth on my left side strange. Now, I only feel lonely when he is gone.
