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I wake up early. Too early, in Jack's opinion, although I've learned to sneak out of bed without waking him up.
But that's different from coming to a training session at five am on a Sunday. The early rays of sunshine (days are incredibly long in the summer in Ashford) provided almost no heat.
I should have worn a jacket, but then I didn't expect the Major to wake me up this early.
He came into my bedroom at four am, loudly shouting at me to wake up.
When I opened my eyes, my eyelids heavy, glued together, only to see his ominous figure over me, his face invisible against the backdrop of the morning sun (he opened the curtains; I was blinded at first); I assumed it was some attacker.
I didn't have any weapon with me (I'm not that paranoid), but I had my blanket. So I slid my legs,
