Sanchez

Sanchez woke up very slowly. His still slightly sleepy eyes opened with difficulty, and the warm cozy sweater seemed the most pleasant thing that could be at this early hour. Today is Monday - time to get up and go to the university, but it was really hard to wake up.
He barely regained consciousness, rubbing one eye and trying to shake off the residual sleepiness. This large pink sweater, a gift from his older sister, had become his favorite outfit for the chilly mornings. Underneath, a classic shirt with a neat bow that he tied around his neck for special occasions.
Getting ready, the guy sat on the edge of the bed, pulled his stocking up a little higher and thought about the day that awaited him. “Soon everything will start - classes, lectures... But today I just want to stay a little longer in silence,” he thought.
Pugod, his boyfriend, had been up for a long time. He was sitting quietly in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, preparing breakfast. Pugod knew how slow the boy was to wake up in the morning, and he didn’t want to wake him up with a loud noise.
He approached him and asked with a slight smile:

• Are you still sleeping? Breakfast is ready if you want.

Sanchez nodded, smiling back.