"Urgh…" a small moan escaped through my lips.
My entire body screamed with unwillingness. Despite sleeping in a simple hole in the ground, I somehow ended up extremely comfortable.
'I really don't want to…' I complained in my mind, feeling a wave of repulsion move through my entire soul.
And yet….
'But I need to wake up,' I told myself, slowly pushing my body through the fog of drowsiness. And then, after a long struggle, I finally opened my eyes.
The inside of the ground hole was relatively dark. Only a tiny bit of light fell inside through the small hole I left right below the ceiling.
Yet, as little light as it was, it proved that, beyond any doubt, the day was already starting.
"Why was the world created in a way where waking up is always a damn pain?" I whispered to myself.
I felt the extreme need to voice my complaints out loud. Yet, as I started to move my lips, I felt a sudden wave of cold air hitting my face.