The Art of Being: "Sky"
"Hey Rowen, what are you doing out here?"
Rowen lay stretched out on Mia's lawn, hands behind his head and staring at the midnight stars.
"Ro. Ro, are you listening to me?" Ryo poked at him, a faint whine creeping into his voice as the tiger-eyed boy shivered. "It's freezing out here. Why don't you go in?"
"Maybe I'm claustrophobic."
"Really?"
"No."
"Oh, good. 'Cause then I'd have to tease ya for feeling claustrophobic in a mansion!"
"Is it really so strange Ryo?" Rowen glanced back at the skies, at the twinkling and blank voids in between. "After all, space is infinite."