The daytime sun was terribly blinding, so Damian, still sleeping, resisted him as best he could. He climbed under the blanket with his head, turned on his stomach, then on his side, but everything was not right. Maybe once he fit into this sofa, but not now. The neck and back are terribly numb.
- But what is it ... - he wheezed asleep and kicking his feet, sat down with a jerk.
He was alone in the bedroom. The bed had been made long ago, everything was neatly tidied up, and only a slight sound of water could be heard from the slightly opened balcony door. Trying to stretch his stiff neck, the man closed his eyes and hissed.
- It would be better to go to bed ... - Damian whined lightly with his fist on the shoulders and neck. - Or not better?
There was a click of the door leading to the
