Post by account_disabled on Dec 5, 2023 5:44:46 GMT
From the bedroom Elda's breathing came muffled, like the breath of a very distant wind. The sounds of the city faded, occasionally disturbed by the roar of a motorbike, the voice of a night owl, the hiss of a tram, until they too vanished. The stranger got up, approached the man, seemed to make sure he was asleep, then went to the bedroom and did the same while observing the woman. Then he went into the bathroom and closed the door. The alarm rang at six thirty. The woman stretched out her arm towards her husband with her eyes closed, but she didn't find him.
She opened her eyes, she Phone Number Data remembered that Fulvio had spent the night in an armchair, watching over the stranger. «Fulvio», he called. No sounds or noises came from the room. «Fulvio», he called even louder. «Mmh.» “You have to get up, it's half past six.” "Where?" "What?" “Elda.” "What's up?" “Is he there?” «But what are you saying, Fulvio?» “Where is that man?” Silence. “But isn't he there with you, on the sofa?” The woman heard her husband's footsteps crossing the room, reaching the bedroom. "Where?" "But how do I know?" asked the woman, troubled.
Haven't you been watching him all night?” “Jeez, I fell asleep.” “Maybe he's in the bathroom.” "I go to see." He opened the door and felt the wall for the switch, then turned on the light. He stood in front of the door, watching without entering. There was no one inside the bathroom. "Elda," the man called in a breath. "What's up?" “Elda.” «Fulvio.» The woman stood up, a premonition invading her mind. She saw the man in the same position as the previous morning, a scene photocopied from time, the only difference being his clothes and not his pajamas. «Fulvio», he said. “There's no one here.” The woman went into the kitchen, but knew she would not find the stranger. “Check the door, Elda.” When she returned, she looked at her husband with wild eyes.
She opened her eyes, she Phone Number Data remembered that Fulvio had spent the night in an armchair, watching over the stranger. «Fulvio», he called. No sounds or noises came from the room. «Fulvio», he called even louder. «Mmh.» “You have to get up, it's half past six.” "Where?" "What?" “Elda.” "What's up?" “Is he there?” «But what are you saying, Fulvio?» “Where is that man?” Silence. “But isn't he there with you, on the sofa?” The woman heard her husband's footsteps crossing the room, reaching the bedroom. "Where?" "But how do I know?" asked the woman, troubled.
Haven't you been watching him all night?” “Jeez, I fell asleep.” “Maybe he's in the bathroom.” "I go to see." He opened the door and felt the wall for the switch, then turned on the light. He stood in front of the door, watching without entering. There was no one inside the bathroom. "Elda," the man called in a breath. "What's up?" “Elda.” «Fulvio.» The woman stood up, a premonition invading her mind. She saw the man in the same position as the previous morning, a scene photocopied from time, the only difference being his clothes and not his pajamas. «Fulvio», he said. “There's no one here.” The woman went into the kitchen, but knew she would not find the stranger. “Check the door, Elda.” When she returned, she looked at her husband with wild eyes.