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I woke to the shrill chime of my alarm clock.
A crude, yet elaborate design, secured to it's own protective case, which can fold up into a small, cubic shape, protecting the glass of the clock's face. However, instead of having it's own bell, the small hammer inside the machination hit the tin frame that hid the mechanism of the clock.
I sat up, pulling off the thin blanket made out of bear hide - courtesy of my dear mother-in-law, Олена. I do not get those jokes the western folks make about mother-in-laws. Many of my friends could thank the comfort of their family home to the care and attribution of their mother-in-laws, all of whom became excellent grandmothers, once my friends' children were born.
But then again, westerners are different.
As I stretched my back and arms, the body beside me stirred. I looked to the side, and smiled.
My beloved laid there, covered neatly in the bearskin, her bright blonde hair spreading out on the pillow - she usually had