The Third Day...
I woke up next to Angelica and recognized the same subtle, but persistent perfume from the night before—an irrefutable sign of her presence. She was lying in fetal position, grabbing on to my arm. Her head was right under my nose. I couldn’t help but smell her hair.
As soon as I regained control of my muscles and stretched as usual, I pulled my arm back from that embarrassing position, even though it felt so good. I lay on my back next to Angelica, waiting for her to wake up. That was when I noticed some odd images playing on the bedroom walls. I tried to focus and understand what that was all about. She started to wake up and lay on her back as well to pay attention to that occasional visual manifestation.
What the hell?! Is that p**n?—I thought to myself.
What we cou
