Quiet View

Yonic awoke to a thud, a slouching slump of a noise. The kind of noise you'd hear if you slammed a bag of wet clothes across a stone floor and dragged them. It was 3A.M., Yonic had to be to work in three hours. in his groggy state, he didn't even question the noise that awoke him, instead reaching for a cup of water he forget to pour before bed.