A Misunderstanding That Keeps Snowballing

Usually, I woke up around eight.

Sometimes earlier or later, but if I took the average, it was probably around then.

Doesn't that happen sometimes?

When you happen to wake up strangely earlier than usual.

"Yaaawn..."

Whenever that happened, I usually grabbed a cigar with sleep still clouding my eyes, opened the window, and stared blankly at the view outside while smoking.

A slightly cool breeze at dawn. The streets were still filled with silence because people had yet to start moving.

A leisurely silence in which the only sound was birdsong.

Creak.

Remembering how I'd felt in the small one-room apartment I'd rented with my own money before coming to House Nebla, I leaned back against the balcony chair and spoke softly...