[ 42 ] Morning

The sun was shining brightly. Some rays of light hit his face. He turned around in annoyance.

Which fool left the window open?

He lay there for some moments before his annoyance got to him. He snapped out his eyes and looked at the sun, only to regret it.

He immediately used his hand to cover his face from the big, burning sun. 

'Who fucking let this bastard sun out !' He couldn't help but thought to himself.

For some reason the sun always comes to disturb him every morning. He couldn't even stop it, because that's the only we he wakes up on time.

He sighed to himself before looking around the room. His eyes widened as he realized he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. 

Who changed his clothes?

His hand was accidentally placed on something soft and squeezy.

It was warm, like a living being.

It felt like a soft pillow, like someone's cheek.