The Twenty-First Drabble: Night
Hiro breathed out, his warm breath coming out in a soft white puff. He needed to get back inside soon, but the below freezing night winter air was pleasurably bracing. He couldn't sleep, as usual. He really hated his insomnia at times, but reading hadn't helped him fall back asleep. So, here he was at two in the morning, gazing up at the glowing night sky and daydreaming. Was it daydreaming if it was night? Hiro finally shivered and reluctantly got up, heading back towards the clinic. He just hoped he didn't trip in the dark and wake Ayame up…
And so the numbers get larger.