It's difficult to find the way everything fits into place once it's broken, even if a surgeon gives you a pretty significant first push. Alexia's recovery is progressing with hope. Her knee is responding well to rehabilitation, but she doesn't feel...
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I furrowed my brow as soon as the alarm went off. The sun, which had surely been shining directly on my face for hours, had started to annoy me at that very moment. Too much light passed through my eyelids, and my pupils began to protest, making it difficult for me to open my eyes and slap the alarm off.
Then I noticed the sheets were brushing against my skin. Soft, protecting me from the terrible cold that had settled in my room. My heart raced for a second and a half as I realized what happened last night.
I was on the right side of the bed, tangled in the sheets. The last thing I remembered was the blonde on the left side. Perhaps she hadn't woken up with the alarm yet, I hoped not. I turned myself carefully.
I didn't know what to say, what to do, how she would react when she became aware of the decisions she had made the day before. Even though I knew she hadn't been drinking, I couldn't help but think that the brain functions very differently in the morning and at late night.
Slowly, I turned my body to the left with great delicacy. I pushed the sheets aside so they wouldn't wrap me up like a burrito, and then, as I finally turned my head all the way to the left, I saw the other side of the bed completely empty. I sighed. What a waste of time.
What if I had dreamt it all? Everything that had happened seemed surreal to me. I shook my head and sat at the edge of the bed. The sheets slipped off me. Had she left just like that?
I got up and went straight to the wardrobe, picking out some sweatpants and a basic t-shirt comfortable enough to spend a day lounging on the couch, pondering things and questioning my life decisions. I searched for a loose hoodie among the tops and, once I found one, I threw it on the bed before heading to the bathroom.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth, untangled my hair, and approached the mirror to apply some makeup remover cream that would at least make me stop looking like a raccoon. I put it back in the first drawer, then headed back to the bedroom and bumped into Alexia.
Her arms held me, preventing me from colliding with any furniture out of surprise. She looked at me timidly and let go without saying anything. I blinked several times, trying to place her there, in my room, with me.
"I thought you had left," I said, trying not to stammer.
Alexia opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again. She then extended her arms to help me put on the hoodie she had in her hands.
"I'm so sorry," she sincerely apologized. "I was about to go."
"No," I said, grabbing her arm before she left the bathroom. "I'm glad you didn't."
I smiled, and the blonde returned the smile.
"Good thing. I was thinking about how to get rid of the breakfast," she laughed.
"Did you go out to get some food?" I asked as I tied my hair in a high ponytail.
"Yes, just a couple of things. Coffee and some snacks," she downplayed it. "I thought you might be hungry, and I was a bit bored."
