I woke up when my room was drowning in darkness, and for a long time I could not understand what time of day it was. And anyway - what day is it today and how much I slept.

From under the gap between the door and the floor, a bright light poured and soft voices could be heard. Terrible stupidity, but I suddenly felt comfortable... more comfortable than at home. At home, I was always afraid that someone would come to us and beat out debts from dad, so the evenings passed in nervous tension. More than once I scrolled in my head the procedure if someone did show up....