The morning. I wake up from being stabbed on my cheek.
Stand up, open your eyes.
I see, I’m already dressed.
I don’t understand, what have you already gathered?
She - And gathered, and prepared breakfast, and your coffee is shrinking. I woke up before, I just didn’t want to wake you up. Now is the time for you too.
Why didn’t I wake up when you passed through me?
How do I know why you didn’t wake up? (Here you stop screaming and blaming) - Why are you not awake, eh?! You should have felt that I wasn’t there! Suddenly something happened to me? Suddenly, aliens kidnapped me.
I - No, I stopped hoping for such happiness a year and a half ago.)