It is still early in the morning with few people around. In front of the corridor leading to the preparation room, two hands are waving at me. I gently raise one of my hands in response.
"Goodbye!"
"Blake, see you in the classroom!"
"Um."
This is a scene that has been occurring frequently lately. Before, there was always a shortage of time and no such leisure. But recently, getting up early is no longer painful and even feels refreshing.
"People can handle anything once they get used to it."
Although I'm still a bit sluggish when getting up, thinking of him makes the once painful mornings every day a bit better. Looking at the paper bag held in one hand and reflecting on my past self, I can't help but give a wry smile.
"...Teacher."
However, when I'm standing in front of the preparation room with a somewhat restless mood and seeing the open door, I'm about to knock but suddenly freeze and can't move.
