the apartment in new york city. it is quiet. empty.
but not for long.
the french invasion has begun.
mattresses are inflated.
things are unpacked. then repacked immediately. because tomorrow, all seven of you are grabbing a train even further north for a countryside visit.
that’s right. after taiwan, you find yourself reunited again with your favorite frenchies. this is the reason why you didn’t cry much – because you knew that you’d see them all again soon.
but first, pajama time. sleep is needed first.