I sit up in bed, stretch, and get up. I feel pretty good this morning. As if the night had regenerated me and I was new again. I stand naked in front of the mirror. I'm still the same Lena. I can rely on my body and my brain isn’t in such bad shape.
I slip into the shower, put on jeans and a T-shirt and go downstairs to enjoy the hotel's buffet, set up for breakfast. I don’t go and wake my friend. I need to stay alone a little longer. One-on-one with myself.
I sit by the window at a round table a little away from the other vacationers. The sun drags lazily over the immaculate tablecloth.
Adam booked a wonderful hotel. I barely noticed it when I arrived. I still don’t know much about the one I’ve just lived with for weeks.
I’m not very hungry. I nibble on a croissant, wondering how the
