how did I fly?
That girl is sitting on her bed, gazing at the empty corner of the room. She was happy and carefree, she finds herself in that place where she feels most amazing. She’s not expecting for anything, her mind is unoccupied with any displeasing thoughts. Stars would be the only thing she wants to gaze at, but then again, there’s no gratifying sky view in this city.
And what would that thing be? The thing that makes her feel exceptional? Some C2H6O in her bloodstream.