I woke up early in the morning, through the wooden and glass windows I could still see the darkness of the night between the window curtains, but my biological clock told me that it was about to dawn.
I got up with a little discomfort, and looked to the side to see Destan still asleep.
Last night we stayed in the village chief's mansion, although it is already considered a luxury room, the truth is that the bed is just a wooden drawer with sheepskins and wool. The bed is of a single size, hard and with a pillow of rag offal.
But I can't complain, I can only stretch my muscles by moving my limbs, neck and squeezing my back and legs.
My movements caused my roommate to wake up.
"Good morning, Destan! I woke you up"
"Goo.. good morning Vremya-san"
Destan moved his eyes from my legs and looked into my eyes with a blushing face and stuttering he said good morning and using the prefix -San-.