“Wake up.” It was her voice, the one he heard every morning.
Mariel.
Making his mornings a spectacular experience.
Her hand was on his face, but he took it, still without opening his eyes, and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. His heartbeat was normal, but gradually there was an acceleration, among other things that were a bit lower, in a warmer area.
“Why?” He complained with a groggy voice. The previous night had been long, he and Mariel had a meeting that left them exhausted, and he couldn't understand how she could wake up so radiant, with so much energy the next day.
He thought that after a whole year without working, it was becoming more difficult for him. And how could it not be? Since Tobías had dedicated himself entirely to his children that year. But when Mariel
