Ding dong!
Mhm… what is it?
Ding dong!
My doorbell!
“I’m coming! One second!” I said, jumping out of bed.
But who can it be? I catch a glimpse of a woman in the spyhole. I don’t know her but she seems to know where she’s going. She’s very small and a little round. She’s wearing a red puffer jacket. A black headband holds her dark hair, probably coloured considering her age, I would say a good fifty. She’s about to ring for the third time when I open the door quickly.
“Hello!” I said casually, covered in all my blankets.
“Buongiorno, Julian. Why you are here?” she said with a strong Mediterranean accent.
“Uh... well, I’m at home...” I say surprised by this question, the answer to which seems so obvious.
“Why all these dresses over you? You are cold?” she said looking at me from hea
