Day Four - Part I

Danielle

I wake up feeling reborn.

As I stretch myself in the big bed, I clutch the black bedsheets, sighing happily.

Wait… Black!

I sit up as if I’ve been struck by lightning.

I’m lying in his bed.

Nooo, how much did I drink last night?

Holding my spinning head with my hands, I take a deep breath before I look down at my body, lifting the covers and finding myself fully dressed.

OK, at least I didn’t make a fool of myself completely.

Looking around the room, I notice that I’m alone and my heart squeezes slightly as I pout disappointed.

Maybe he stayed out celebrating.

I ignore the painful thump of my heart and get out of bed slowly.

Checking the time on my phone, I look for him in his office before I go to the kitchen to see if he might be still there.

Usually, he wouldn’t be out of the apartment this early.

In the kitchen, I don’t run into him, but I find a plate full of Pasticcini and walk to it like a child discovering its gift on Christmas Eve.

There is a little car