#Nadira CHPT2

[astralitecity]

Nadira (Part 2)

“These goddamn  birds”

I cursed the incessant chirping of the morning birds that had rudely interrupted my already meager sleep.

 In a city that thrived under the cover of darkness, where the vibrant pulse of life only truly began to stir after nightfall, the concept of rest was a precious commodity for anyone in my profession. 

Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I cast a rueful glance at the clock on the wall, noting with dismay that the hour had already crept past nine. Another late night at the night cafes with friends had left me with precious little time for rest. 

Dragging myself from the comfort of my iron bed frame, I groaned in protest, I stumbled bleary-eyed across the room. With each creak of the floorboards beneath my feet, I was reminded of the several bottles of wine I had shared with my dear friend last night. 

Venturing into the cozy confines of my kitchen, I lazily flicked my hand, igniting the stove with a simple gesture. The kettle clinked against the stovetop as I poured ground coffee beans into a French press by hand, a modest display of magic that required less effort than crossing the apartment.

Settling down at my worn kitchen table. Another easy and routine display of magic. Thick slices of toast, lightly adorned with butter and topped with slices of tomato.

After relishing the quiet solitude of my breakfast, I cleared my plates and retreated to my bedroom. There, I slipped into a cozy blue sweater and grey pants, embracing the comfort they offered. Packing my lunch and transferring the remaining coffee into a to-go container, I prepared for the day ahead.

Completing my ensemble with a lightweight jacket to ward off the brisk morning breeze, I ensured I was adequately shielded against the elements. Stepping into sturdy boots, I cradled a steaming cup of coffee in my hands, finding solace in its warmth against the cool morning air.

As I ventured out into the still-sleeping Astralite city, the towering spires of the university loomed in the distance. Squaring my shoulders and offering a silent greeting to the city's slumbering streets, I set off on my journey to the research study, savoring the familiar rhythm of urban life amidst the enchanting backdrop of the magical metropolis.