The warmth of sunlight shone on Aris' face as his face wrinkled as he awoke. His vision took a while to focus, the familiar window greeted his sight.
He jolted up and scanned his surroundings, he was still in the hut. He touched his face and felt his skin from his touch. He clearly felt every sensation as his face was being pulled.
"Good, you're awake."
Aris snapped his attention at the curtains. The old lady stood with her arms crossed and a dissatisfied look on her face. She clicked her tongue and sneered at Aris.
"Get up," she said and walked away, "breakfast's ready, boy."
He stared at the curtains as he figured out what she meant. Aris glanced at his hands, appearing lost in thought and a yell caught returned him to his focus.
"Boy! The food's getting cold!"
