The day began with birds singing, a sunny morning with clear skies, resembling a painting by a famous artist.
Sun rays entered through the window, hitting Dante's face as he slept like a baby. It took him a while to wake up, but the sun eventually reached his eyes, and he grunted slightly as he turned to the other side of the bed. The warmth didn't diminish, so he had to overcome his laziness, open his eyes, and saw a young woman in front of him.
"What are you doing on the floor?" he yawned. The girl's body was on the floor as if she were dead, probably because the fight from the previous day was very intense.
He got up, went to the kitchen, placed coffee beans in the coffee maker, sat on the counter, and watched the girl lying on the floor, still asleep, for a few minutes.
