I woke up the next... I had no idea which hour, day or year it was. I got up and stumbled to the only window the tower top bedroom had to check whether it was daytime or night. I squinted my eyes because of the light that protruded into my room.
I could see half of the sun still trying to hide and run away from all the sufferings of this world.
I turned to the table and walked to the wine jar.
'Empty?' I frowned. Of course, it was, just like me. I pushed that jar off the table in rage. I had to go down two hundred and sixty-four steps to fill it again.
I kicked that jar out of the room and kicked it down the stairs and followed it as it rolled down. It reached the ground floor and rolled towards the door where my only companion was living. I walked to the door and opened it.
An ink-black head that was buried in a bucket below lifted to see the intruder. His grass chewing mouth paused at the sight of me.
