9:02 am

Lisa again.

I ended up sleeping for more than an hour. The sea is still pretty far but we already rode for a nice amount of miles. When I opened up my eyes, Aurora was singing Can't Help Falling in Love. Her voice is totally different when she sings; it's so clear like the sky, unlike her usual voice which sounds tired, muffled and breathy. But there's always that soft tone to it either way. I wish I could sing that well. Mr. Burglar singing is pretty terrible and at least I'm sure now I can't do worse.

In just that hour of sleeping, clouds already took most of the sky, and they're not the white-looking ones. Summer vanished just like that. The concrete doesn't even seem that dry anymore as if rain already fell. And there're already droplets floating mid-air, slowly going down to veil the windshield like evening dew on summer grass. But the sun still looms about through the grey clouds like a hole, an awfully white and oversaturated hole. Just like an eye watching us all. Aurora had stopped looking outside.