'Shut up,' hands moved to knock the annoying alarm. Eyes opened or closed didn't matter, the result was still darkness. '-Man,' thought Igna, '-it's been a week since we returned.' Slipped into slippers, he stepped out to the quiet corridor. There, turning towards the toilet, the morning routine of brushing teeth and getting ready began.
Boiling hot tea held in a custom-made cup, the window inside the living room opened to allow the breeze. The steam flowed and danced, the way the shutters shivered added to the overall lonesome atmosphere. It felt lacking, for months the morning routine was done in the company of Anna, the hero who saved her fellow comrades.
