Sunlight was hitting me right in the face, and that's what finally dragged me out of sleep. I checked the time. Nine a.m.
I sat up, leaned against the wall, and—surprise, surprise—couldn't remember a single dream. Again.
Maybe I didn't dream at all. Yeah, sure. Let's go with that.I muttered, "If science hadn't proven humans have souls, I'd swear I'm the one person who doesn't. God, seriously—where does my soul go every night?"
Right then, Mom suddenly opened the door. She scanned the room like she expected to catch someone hiding in a corner."Who were you talking to?" she asked."Uh… myself."Mom: "You sure?"
"Yeah. Were you standing behind the door or something?"
Mom: "No. I was coming to wake you up, then I saw you were already awake. If you want, come eat breakfast."
"Okay."
Before closing the door, she gave the room another suspicious once‑over, then left.
I was getting used to this. It used to annoy me, but now it was just… whatever.I folded my bedding and stepped out of the room. The moment I did, I ran straight into Shirin.
Great. First bad luck of the day.Shirin: "Hi! Aren't you gonna eat breakfast?"
"I'm going to the bathroom. No idea why everyone suddenly cares about my breakfast today."Shirin: "Because you're sooo important! Haven't you learned to say good morning?"
"What morning? We literally saw each other last night. Now if you'll excuse me, my patience is dying."
Shirin: "You're unbelievably rude!"I honestly had no idea why she loved arguing with me. She was five years younger, but always acted like she was my boss.After washing up, I went to the living room. Mom always served breakfast there because Dad liked eating in front of the TV.And even though I thought morning greetings were pointless, there was no way I could skip saying hi to Dad. He was just as picky about morning greetings as I was—except he actually got mad if someone didn't say it.I sat down at the table and said good morning.