I leave my room, showered, with my body covered in a soft coat, walking straight to the kitchen. I slept little, actually, I didn't sleep at all, and no matter how much I forced myself to sleep a little more, my biological clock is already set to wake up at this time in the morning.
The smell of coffee, bacon, and pancakes fills my nostrils, and as I arrive in the kitchen and see her preparing breakfast for us with the same love she has always done, I smile. It's incredible how she stayed lying next to me all night, hugging me in bed, stroking my hair, comforting me, and listening to me cry until I fell asleep for moments, only to wake up crying again, until I fell asleep almost in the early hours of the morning to wake up half an hour ago.
"Good morning," I greet her, feeling my throat
