Early morning, again, as every time I wake up. The sun hasn't pushed in between the leaves yet, so I still have time to dance in the gloomy breeze.

My phone, forever in silent mode, shows me more missed calls. It has been like that for days now. Before I can even try to check if it's the same number in all it lights up, begging me to answer this time. I put it in my ear with a sigh, still half asleep.

One, two, three. I wait but there's nothing on the other side. Clearing my throat doesn't help either. Four, five. The faintest of breathings answers, drowned, like the rest of the time. Then silence. The call ends. Only now I can check the number to confirm my suspicion of it being the same area code in some part of the planet I don't belong to. The same as the other times, bothering me without reason.

I could ask someone for help, try to learn how to block it. Deep down, I'm just curious, but I know I can't just afford to call abroad. Maybe the morning mist will help me think.

I stand up and get out of the window, at least I don't have to use those annoying stairs. The little droplets inside the mist carry me far from Aldoba's industrial zone. I smile as I walk on them, forgetting about the calls and the rest of my worries. This has always been my moment of peace since I was little. Just before the world wakes up and all the chaos starts, even before the birds start singing.

Silence has always been my friend. Even if sometimes I miss those moments where everything was different, it has grown on me.

The city still sleeps, I gaze at it while sitting in a tree branch and braiding some leaves in my hair. At some point, a nameless melody escapes my lips and my heart starts beating faster.

There they are. Always on time.

Tears, my other loyal partners in any situation. The ones that only visit me during this time, when it's not day nor night. I take a deep breath and let the leaves fall down, looking away just before they touch the ground. It's time to go back to reality, the sun's almost out.

My phone's screen is dimmed now and I can't help but think how curious it is that all those calls have occurred around this time. And there it is, another one, just when I was thinking about them. Again the same, nothing more than heavy breathing.

This time, the next one doesn't wait.

"Listen, whoever it is," I start. "If this is some kind of sick game..."

I get interrupted by the beeping sound that tells me the call has ended.

I set the topic aside, it's not even that important, and start thinking about the usual garbage I always think. About how I don't know where my life's going or what I want to do with it. About the past and how I was way happier, and how it will never be the same.

Maybe I should be more open, stop confining myself inside my head. I could, yes, if I had found someone that makes me feel comfortable enough. It's the solitude, that thing that has truly made me feel at ease with being me. I respect it and love it, but sometimes wish I could set it aside for just a little while.

The good thing is that the rest of the day is always different. It's funny how I only feel like this at this hour. As if the cloudy environment is always the only thing that keeps me grounded.

Yeah, my life is not that bad. And I'm just being ungrateful. Without noticing, the sun comes up and dries my tears, fades my bad thoughts away along with them.

It's not worth it. Why would I keep on thinking about all those bad things? They're not even that big of a deal. In fact, lately, my life has been better than usual. I'm not that lonely and the tryout ceremony will start in a few days, that will for sure tell me what I'm good for.

Right now it doesn't matter, the world has started spinning again and I can't just keep still. The mist is starting to fade, so I jump on top of the droplets before they disappear completely.