It was the 16th day in the Month of Lingering Rains.
Upon sensing the first sunlight, Angor left his soft blanket and slowly climbed out of bed while feeling a little dazed.
He thought about closing the room's curtain and enjoying some more sleep since he really needed it after working day and night for half a month. However, when he walked to his window, he was fully woken up by the chilly morning wind that slipped into his room because the window was left open.
He yawned and rubbed his sleep-mangled hair. He then looked at his nightstand, where an oil lamp was supposed to be placed. But now, the lamp was replaced by a miniature canopy bed. Across the translucent bed curtain, he saw a gray-feathered bird sound asleep under a bright yellow duvet.
