The clock on the wall was already eight o'clock. Finished cleaning, David shifted to the building next door where July was. Shops and boutiques are both closed. The employees also slowly began to leave to immediately rest at their respective homes.
Arriving in July's room, David found his wife lying on her side facing the back of the sofa. David approached. On the table there are several sheets of paper containing the sketch of the dress that July made.
David crouched down. He rubbed the top of his wife's head and whispered, "July, wake up. Let us go home."
July just moaned, but didn't turn around at all. Then David stood up, leaned forward, put his hands on July's nape and thighs—slowly turning her around so that David could clearly see July's sleeping face.
"Hey, July. Wake up." Gently pat the smooth cheek until there is movement from July.
