**LATIN BEST SELLER BOOK**
--- IN ENGLISH NOW ---
Sarah changed. Now she wants to be a better person. She just wants to leave the past behind and her new priorities are doesn't get in problems, work hard and try to be nice. But when she tries to ge...
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III
I don't want to open my eyes, they are so comfortable like this, closed, but I feel a bit cold, and this bothers me. Even though, I rather cold to hot weather. I only need a blanket so that my sleep will remain cozy and deep. I don't remember resting for so long. My body is so relaxed on the bed that I don't dare to move, hoping that this feeling never ends.
I take a pick at the ceiling with my eyes half-closed. Come on, Sarah, just a bit more. I open my eyes a bit more, and my eyes see small lamps installed inside the ceiling above my head. What lamps are those? I blink a few times clean up the blurry vision.
Something cold and wet over my arm calls my attention. I turn my head and observe the object with my hand. I frown when it surprises me with its low temperature. What is it? I think it is an ice pack. The object is right on the sprain diagnosed by Dr. Douglas.
The memories of the last hours come out like a movie inside my head. Jennifer beating me up, the almost make out on the couch and the agreement of staying at Thomas' apartment. I'm at Thomas Mai's place! I look at my body, checking if I'm still dressed. Yes, my clothes still on. That is a relief. My future boss did not do any extra personal contact.
The ice pack transpires a little bit leaving some water on the floor. I don't remember putting it there. I just remember of been sitting on the couch while Thomas was leaving. Then, how did I get here? Any memory of walking somewhere of getting into room comes in my head. Dr. Douglas has sad I something about memory loss. Should I have to be worried now?
I hold my purse and stand up slowly from the bed; annoyed for getting up from my quiet sleep. I put my feet out of bed and notice that I'm with no shoes. Somebody has taken my shoes off. I look around, but I can't find them.
Giving a second look, but this time more accurately, I pay attention to everything around me. The lighting in the room is soft, and this makes my eyes get used to the light. I place the ice pack on the night table scratching my eyes hoping that this could help to get my eyes better. After a few seconds, I stretch my left arm ahead and observe it. I touch it carefully not to feel any pain. On the third movement of stretch and retract, I got a stitch.
"Oh, shit!" I complain.
I decide to stop this anatomical adventure, and I let my arm rest. The God news is that I don't feel any pain, my arm is completely numb. But my skin is sensitive to the contact with ice. How long have I slept?
I get out of bed slowly and caress my blue silk shirt, creased on my body. I take another look around to find my shoes, but they were under lock and key. With sleepy eyes, I still observe the room that watches my sleep. It's all with, angelical like a doll house. All furniture is bright, except for the bedspread which dark mahogany. It looks like a king throne by the contrast with of its intense color compared to the rest of the furniture. So imposing. Small lights cover the ceiling in a way that reminds a constellation. This room is so delicate. The interior person of Thomas is impressively careful with details. I can say it that by Black Wolf decoration. Well, I'm too suspicious to tell.
