19. Change.

The softness of the linen sheets made him melt into sleep after going downstairs to get something to eat at that time of the morning. The sun's rays came in through the window in front of the room and hit the bed. He stirred a little and stretched in the same way, stretched his arms and lowered them in an incomplete circle. He rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his tousled hair. He leaned on his forearms, yawned and picked up his mobile phone from the table beside the bed.

" 8am. " He yawned again, he would be studying in two hours. He pushed the sheets away from his body without wanting to, the softness caused him to never get out of bed. He got out of bed without first looking for several seconds at the floor where two pairs of sandals lay, they weren't his, he knew that well. Anyway, he slipped his feet into them and heavily walked out of the room and down the stairs. He passed through the hallway looking at the closed doors, curiosity assailing him. He approached the first