My alarm clock is ringing at 6 am and I turn it off. Today it's not hard standing up caused by the young guy who's sleeping on my sofa. How is he doing? Slowly I become the bad feeling he might be gone. My feets are running down the stairs. Maybe he has awoken and ran away? I suddenly stop. There he is! My feets are weak, far too weak. I sit down and and glanze at him. But something is strange about this boy. What are these lights? I stand up keep looking at him. There are lights under his shirt. Is he still asleep? Wow, I feel like a Pedo when I just pull his shirt up! ...... are these lights coming from his... his.. body? I take some steps back. ...... Yes, they are. What kind of kid is this? I have to touch it... just to make sure if I am right. Just for one.... - He opens his eyes. Aghh!!! No! What does he think now?

''Oh....you... you are awake. Don't worry I don't really wanted to touch you. ... ahehehe..hehe'', I say nervously and he sits up. What is he going to do? He keeps looking at me. Why doesn't he reply something? 

''O-ok, hello, I am Yoremin. Do you understand?... I found you last night in my garden'', I say slowly and I am not sure if he understands one words. He blinks. ''Are you ok?'', I ask but still no answer. Maybe he doesn't speak my language. 

''Do you understand me? I am Yoremin.'', I repeat and he blinks again. What should I do? How should I teach him my language?..... Wa-wait, I am a teacher! I can do this. Enthusiatic as I am I get a scrapbook and a pencil. 

''Do you see this?.... I am writing Yoremin on it.....Yo.. re.. min. That's my name'', I say first pointing on the letters on the page and then at myself. But he just blinks over and over again. 

''Are you hungry?'', I ask patient as I am and lead my hand to my mouth. Blink. That's all he able to do?

''What are these lights?.... how are they... fixed?'', he just glanzes at me. Like a little boy. 

''How old are you?'', no answer. Aish!! I scratch my head and go into the kitchen to bring him some food. Maybe he won't like it. But I can at least try it! Don't give up!

'' Do you like eating?'',I hold the food under his nose. Doesn't look like he interessted.

''This (pointing on the Toast bread) is food. You can eat it when you feel hungry. Look... I'll show you...'', I said taking a bite. There is something in his eyes. He seems to be interessted of seeing me eating. I want to help him, take care of him.

In the next twenty minutes I try to explain him the normal things in life. Like the Word ''Annyeong''. But he never says annyeong to me. My ex-boyfriends clothes are fitting him well. He's definitely to tall for a boy. How old must he be? While I am cooking for us he's sitting in the livingroom. The Tv's on but he ignores it. Strange boy. He stares at the paper I've scribbled over and over. 

The whole day I am just explaining and trying to catch his glanze. It doesn't look like I am reaching my target. So tiring!

At night- time he sleeps on the sofa again. 

''Do you sleep?'', I ask him and make some wild signs with my hands. He stares at me and opens his mouth. He wants to say something but there's no sound. He hold my hand. A bit too strongly. ''Ouutsh!'', I yell quitely and he let's go looking at my hand. 

''That hurts!'', I say annoyed and he looks at my face. '' Go to bed, please!'', I tell him. My hand hurts. Without saying a word I am leaving the room and go up to my mine. I saw it in his eyes. He wasn't aware about hurting me. 

''Aish.....Zelo, you little stupid!''