The wind, carrying the cold of the approaching winter, blew in my face through the window of my wooden hut. I took a sip of my steaming tea and sighed.
Old age was now hitting my body. I was about to turn one hundred and thirty-five, and if the incident of eighty years ago had not happened, I would probably have passed away long ago, but now... here I was.
I took another sip of my tea but realized the cup was empty.
I sat up from my chair, even though it was hard on my body.
I'd had too much tea, I knew I'd had enough, so I was going to put my cup aside to clean it, but then, all of a sudden, a pain shot through my head.
I knew what pain was, I had experienced it many times, so I knew it was something important.
The glass fell from my hand, and I dragged myself to my bed as the headache continued to grow. The world suddenly became brighter, the voices started to blend together. When I finally let myself fall into my bed, I breathed a sigh of relief.
