What idiocy ...
It was already seven in the morning and she was still in bed. Holidays were a perfect excuse to stay in bed until her mother or her stomach forced him to his feet.
On any given day, like yesterday, her perfect excuse was to stay in her room and laze around, listen to music, watch television, or simply enjoy reading a magazine while she was lying in bed.
Now it was not the same. The night had seemed eternal and the sheets were almost on the floor, the result of moving from one side to the other on the mattress in search of the comfort of her sleep; It seemed that good Morpheus too had refused to cooperate.
Alexa had arrived early, earlier than she had agreed with her mother; It wasn't even ten o'clock by the time she was putting on her pajamas. And the explanation of the
