She walked along through the alleys and came to a stop near the corner of a quiet building. The air was quiet in the early morning, the sun barely risen, and Lous, luckily, was sleeping. It gave Aea time to walk, get away, and think to herself of the future, her goal, and what she was aiming to do. Furrowing her brows she peered around and sighed, everything was too quiet, and she disagreed with how the morning was going, she wanted something more.
Moving on, she passed an awful stanched building that had a man sleeping outside on the ground, he was holding a bottle, and she wanted to drool on him a little as a sign of a weakness to him, but she held back.
Humans could be so weak and disgusting.
Perhaps, she wondered, she should have slept in.
