White ceiling, an old friend revealing itself to me as I stare into its endless beauty, reminding me of many lovely things. Sometimes it looks more like snow, sometimes like Ai's hair, and sometimes like the only thing I see for a brief moment when I open the door in the morning, getting out of a dark room. Okay, maybe not all beautiful things, but today, staring at it, I couldn't help but think about Ai. Her beautiful white hair flows down her back, feeling so perfectly smooth as I glide my fingers through them. It is almost a blissful thing to wake up to when I was knocked unconscious for I don't know how long.
"Is every practice going to be like this?" I said, sitting up, staring at the perpetrator of my state. She was especially fierce today. I think it's probably because I spent out longer than I should have, but come on, a boy can have a life too, right? "Ouch, my neck hurts too much. Don't tell me you cut my head off during this time?!"
