The morning sun filtered into the room, its light landing on the figure sprawled on the bed. Marco could be seen sleeping ever so peacefully on the bed but then woke up abruptly, his eyes darting around in surprise at the daybreak.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized he was still in his room. He had been dreaming and had finally woken up from it.
He tossed the bedsheet aside and, as he moved to place his leg on the floor, he noticed Rafael's head resting beside his bed.
"What is he doing here?" Marco wondered as he took a closer look at him.
Rafael's face looked stressed with beads of sweat forming on his forehead and there was a bucket of water on the bedside shelf with a wet towel draped over the edge of the bucket.
"Did…I…?" Marco pondered as he tried to piece it all together. He leaned in closer to Rafael, taking in his delicate features.
