Ashton wakes up from his sleep.
Ashton blinks, his ruby pinkish eyes focused on the ceiling as he blankly stares with wide eyes at the ceiling fan on top of the ceiling. His eyes dart slowly to the moving fan to the plain room; the white falls feel more secluded with the soft nose of the birds chirping outside and the cicadas singing through his open window.
Ashton slowly rises from his bed, his big eyes focused on his window before he slowly rises from his bed and reaches for the open window. He watches the soft breeze of the cool air infiltrating the open window that touch the window curtains before grazing his finger tips and ears. Ashton slowly reaches for the open window before he suddenly jolts to a stop, his eyes squinting as he remembers the day prior.
