Startling awake, I sat up in bed and looked around. There was a soft light coming through the window, but the rain still fell outside. Marek was already gone, and the clock reflected six in the morning. It had been a long time since I had slept in that late. Getting up, I pulled the blankets back up to the top of the bed. Walking out, I was secretly happy to see Marek sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and his tablet.

“Morning.”

“You’re still here?” My mouth ran away with me ...