I woke up from the sound of a door slamming loudly, and at first I was confused, diligently trying to get out from under the blanket covering me with my head. The room was twilight, from which I detachedly concluded that it was still early morning. The question, why the hell did someone decide to slam the door to my room so early, got stuck in my throat, as I saw Arthur lying next to me, and the events of the past night quickly surfaced in my memory, driving away all my drowsiness.

- Good morning, - noticing that I woke up, my beloved smiled at me, hugging and pulling...