Luhan couldn’t sleep – not a wink at all. He twisted and turned in his blanket for hours; he counted sheep from a hundred to one in his head; he listened to his playlist over and over; he even drank warm milk with a sprinkle of cinnamon – but neither made him sleepy at all.
Every attempt was futile which lead to Luhan dazedly staring at the ceiling, his mind wandering off to God-knows-where.
He knew he was tired. Flying for a few hours felt like his lifespan had been stripped off a few years yet his body just wouldn’t let him – he was too restless, too distracted to sleep.
He decided to sit up in bed.
He looked around the fairly lit room; sunlight shyly peeking through the curtains. “It’s already morning?” Luhan mumbled, his eyes blinking in confusion and surprise. He reached out for his phone on the side table and checked the time. It was six o’clock in the morning. His eyes grew into saucers. The night passed without him knowing.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head.
“Well, since I’m already up...” he mumbled to himself as he untied himself from his blanket.
Luhan got out of his bed and decided to take a morning jog.

**

Everything felt so familiar to Luhan. The roads from his apartment complex, the surrounding buildings, the stores – even their own