Читать книгу Chonicles of Yanis - Ольга Орлова - Страница 4

I slept very soundly, judging by the numb arm under my cheek, for quite a long time. During all this time, no one attacked me or ate me. And why didn’t this thought come to my mind when I was falling asleep? I didn’t even prepare any weapons nearby, like a ready-made sprat in a can for the festive appetizer of the local population. The same silence surrounded me from all sides, not even the sound of dripping water could be heard. It was difficult to tell what time of day it was, the lighting remained the same, the same dim light, as befitting a true cave.

I had a good rest, got up, did a couple of stretching exercises for my arms and legs, rotated my head in all directions, and immediately felt the blood rushing through my body with renewed vigor, experiencing a warm rush. It would be great to have some morning coffee; oh, how long it’s been since I’ve tasted it. Just the thought of this wonderful beverage made me much happier, as now I could easily order as much as I wanted, in the most beautiful and large drinking vessel, that is, a mug. My mood was excellent despite all the difficulties of my situation. Although there weren’t many difficulties yet, it just took time to figure out this new life, new rules, and where I should go. Let today’s coffee have an additional aroma of chocolate and a cinnamon stick. The mug should be light but capacious with thin edges; I always felt that drinking from such an edge was much more pleasant and tastier. And a hearty muesli bar wouldn’t hurt either.