Miguel wakes up after he hears faint rustles, not from afar. Finally, opening his eyes a little, he squeezes it with both hands balled in a fist. When his vision got more apparent, he then realized he slept in a sitting position. That's when he realized that he didn't dare leave his sitting posture last night beside his backpack.
"Argh, f*ck!" He curses under his breath when he attempts to move and adjust, now that his sore body greets him, making him remember the feeling of last night.
"Godd*mn. . . First thing in the morning and all I could feel is the same body pain I felt last night. . . How are you holding up?" He asks as he finds it hard to turn his face into the side like a man without having body pain issues. But just when his eyes catch the sight of the man beside him, his heart
