It's five in the morning; I am still half asleep but started to feel hungry. It was then I realized that I am at Sana's place. (oh I miss my mom, do I have to wait until he wakes up.....ohh I cannot hold my hunger anymore..).

I walked out of the room, and it was all dark, I turned on the torch and there was a cool breeze coming out of the window (oh wow). I stood there looking at the view.

"Are you up" I startled and looked back; it was Sana.

"Yeah! I was hungry" I said.

Sana turned on the lights I saw him wearing his sweatpants and a hoodie (why is this cat dressed up so early in the morning).

Sana wore his shoes and said, "I'm going for a run” and he just left before I could say anything.

His place looked neat, spacious with two rooms. I went to his room, it was tidy, he had limited clothes, a few pair of shoes, some book. He looked like a minimalist. I have no idea what his profession is, but he is not that rich as I expected. But how will he afford to pay me...hmmm... it’s none of my business!!

Sana came home at six o clock, and he got ready by seven. Then he started making his breakfast.

(I just wanted to initiate a talk), "Oh, I can make breakfast".

Sana said "No, I want to make my things myself"

"Then you can do mine too"(I murmured).

(Oh Sh** he heard...ohhh nooo) and I apologized "No, I did not mean it".

Sana washing his hand said "It's ok. I am leaving for work. You can eat the breakfast" 

Oh no!! How am I going to live with this nonspeaking, calm minded, buddha...? Does he ever get angry, how will I survive here for over a year?

He is no fun at all!!