The next day when Lisa opened her eyes, she saw Vira's black cat lying on her stomach. The door to her room was slightly ajar, showing that Vira's room opposite was empty, so she knew that the girl had already left for work.
The woman gently pushed the cat lying on her stomach, yawning. The morning sun, still hiding behind the thick clouds, came in through the window's blinds.
Since the watch that was still wrapped around her wrist showed 8 o'clock, Lisa spent the morning lazily. Last night, she couldn't stop thinking about resigning from the company she worked for.
When Lisa stepped into the kitchen, she saw a piece of paper that Vira had left on the table. While sipping the remaining water in the plastic cup, she reads her friend's writing in fiery red ink.