Alemão
When I finally had the strength to get up, I went straight to the shower. A cold shower, the kind that wakes you right up. I let the water fall over me, washing away the sweat, the alcohol, and perhaps, for a moment, the pain. I put on the first clothes I found, simple and practical.
In the kitchen, I put unsweetened coffee in the coffee maker and waited for it to brew. As the strong smell filled the room, I looked around. The place needed some organization; it was small, yes, but the walls were painted, the ceiling lined, and, luckily, it even had a working air conditioner. It wasn't big or luxurious, but it was my place. Just mine, and it didn't need to be bigger.
I drank the coffee, strong and bitter, feeling the taste bring me back to reality, when there was a knock on the do
