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✫ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 ✫

  I feel the joints of my body cramping from pain, my head is heavy, I can barely stand, it is dark here, I cannot tell day from night where I am, as if I have woken up from a coma that lasted for years. I was moving around the room slowly so as not to run into anything or stumble. I would touch things with my hands to know where I was, but I didn't realize where I was. I was just sure that I was not in my palace. This place has its own perfume that is new to me. Even when I touch the furniture, it is different. As for the bed , it is different from my bed. But it was so comfortable that it numbed me.  Finally, I touched the door lock and turned it. The door finally opened, letting in a bright light. This means that it is morning, but where exactly I have no idea. I have to wander around the house to find out.

   I descended the stairs, which were made of luxurious marble. It seemed long and seemed endless. I descended it with caution because I was almost numb and unconscious and could barely open my eyes. What was happening to me? . In the middle of the house was an old piano, and the surroundings were full of columns made of granite stone, as if I were in a mountain house. I looked around to see that no one was there, but no, it was always quiet. I found a door that I did not even think about knocking on. I pushed the door and entered. It was an office room with a library and There was a desk with a computer and some ink pens on it, and I noticed that it was filled with plants, especially on the shelves of the library. There was a painting of Napoleon Bonaparte hanging on the wall, and it was not like any other painting. It was carved with sand, that is, an earthy drawing with the addition of colors, a masterpiece     
I wonder where I am. Am I lost in a historical museum and I don't know?

    I took my steps back and closed the door behind me. I did not focus on leaving now, but rather on the beauty and splendor of the place, as if I had slipped into one of the pages of Dostoevsky's book.  I think I want to get lost here forever.

   “Oh, I thought my wife was starving, so I prepared her the most delicious breakfast table.” The voice was coming from the garden door. Yes, it was Lorenzo, but how did that happen? I went directly to him without hesitation and slapped his face with a crushing slap that turned his face around.

    "What did you do to me, you idiot?" She asked fiercely as he placed his hand on his cheek to catch the slap and smiled with a smirk.

   “Oh, I have to admit that you are not only skilled at dancing, but even at slapping. Why this moody face from the morning?” . He behaves with his usual provocative behavior, which will not change.

    "Look, look who's talking, how can you meet me and smile as if nothing had happened. Tell me now, before I lose my temper, Lorenzo, what did you put in the juice just now!" . He must respond quickly.

    “I understand now, this is the effect of the pill on you, oh mi  inferno, why are you so nervous about your sweet husband?” .

    “Are you still arrogant in your words? What is this  fucking pill you are talking about?”