It was too early for amount of sunlight that was coming through his window, Ming Hua thought. Behind the paper screen that shielded his bed from the tall, prolific windows (which he'd forgotten to pull the curtains on in his haste to fall into bed the night before), Ming Hua stirred as cold beams of light penetrated the room, glinting off the glass of his picture frames stabbing right through his eyelids.
He rolled over, trying to find a place where there wasn't so much light so he could fall back asleep. Naturally, there was nowhere, and after a few moments of laying on his back, staring irritably at his sunlight-colored ceiling, Ming Hua sat up, ran a hand through his hair, and glanced around the room.
An odd shadow played on the wall nearest him, just in front of the screen, and for a sleepy moment, Ming Hua studied it and--where were his pants?
Ming Hua usually liked to keep his room cold--thus all the comforters--but when one was naked...oh, there. In a moment his jeans were on, he was out from behind the screen, stretching, turning to throw a glowering look at the sunlight...
His first instinct was to jump behind the screen at the sight of half a face peeking up above his windowsill. Instead, Ming Hua got his reactions under control and stalked to the window, throwing it open.