As the old timless grandfather clock ticks away in the corner of the room, Sungyeol opens his eyes slowly removing his covers from his face and stares at his ivory white ceiling for a few moments. The thought of him calling his best friend pops up into his mind but then quickly as that thought came upon him another thought popped up into his mind quickly changing his mind. Sungyeol then continues to lay there like a statue, still and silent as the only thing heard was the clocking’s ticking.

Tick tick tick.

The feeling of lonliness embraces him and he sits up from the bed slowly and lets out a small sigh. It was another sleepless night for him. He glanced around his room furnished with only his white bed, brown antique grandfather clock, and a small flat black screen TV on his wall opposite from his bed and realized only now how empty his room is. His room starts to feel bigger for more than just one person. He pulls his knees up to his chest and hugs himself as rests his head on his arms and lets the ticking noise calm his mind from the disturbing thoughts of wanting to leave and the reoccurring feeling of lonliness.