The Next Morning
"Wa… Wak… Wake up… WAKE UP!"
Brother!!! the voice rang out
why, why, why was I just unlucky to get a loud-mouthed wake up?
"Mehn, that was a beautiful sleep." I kept stretching as the sunlight hit straight through the window.The gift of sleep is just wonderful.
"Well, you sure slept for so long huh," I heard the familiar voice. It was Morad.
I turned, facing him, rubbing my eyes. "I slept so long?" I asked him. All I could think was: does he know? Still, my whole body was sore especially my legs.
"Brother, you basically woke me up kicking the table I was placed on. You're such an aggressive sleeper!" Morad complained, floating freely out of his bowl.
"Really? I can't remember what happened yesterday," I said, rubbing my head and twisting my neck. "All I could remember was when I requested Father to bring you to stay with me."
"And what's with you sleeping for so long?" I turned the question back at Morad.
