(Amaia)
The next day, I wake up late and know the breakfast time is almost gone. The sun has risen, illuminating our room through the curtain.
I climb out of bed with my hair frizzled and glance in Kacir's direction. He is still sleeping like a log, his head turned in the other direction, like he always does when sleeping.
So I use the wash area real quick and get dressed in the tracksuit and joggers for the sporting event.
Once ready, I check out Zille's wooden home but he is not here. I fill up his food and water trays so in case he returns, he will have plenty to eat.
Then I approach Kacir and gently place my hand on his thin arm, shaking him.
"Kacir!" He doesn't get up or stir. So I repeat it again. This time, he moves, so I take a step back, giving him space. I know by now he doesn't like to face me or others when he wakes up, he always adjusts his hair first.
"Is it morning already?" He asks in a lazy sleepy voice.
