Dinael woke up at her usual time, six in the morning. Her habit was to go to the window and open it. The cold breeze hit her face, and that was a comforting breeze. That was the habit she developed over time during her stay in the Tang Empire for seven months.
She stretched her hands out, looking at the crowded street. Nothing new as the stream of people coming toward the building she stayed in. She learned this building was the center of government of the Tang Empire. Her room was in the same building, on the eighteenth floor.
While enjoying the morning breeze in Tang Empire's style pajamas. She heard a light knock on her room three times.
"Your breakfast is ready, Miss Dinael,"
Dinael opened her eyes and went to the door. Her attendant sent her a breakfast of her choice. She liked the tea drink, this world's famous drink, and the toasted toast with peanut butter.
