Events in the morning

When it was eight o'clock in the morning, Mark had woken up earlier than Maura, who was still lying on a king-size bed with a white bed sheet that had been a silent witness to their sacred night as newlyweds. The man already looked fresher in his casual clothes in the form of gray jeans combined with a blue sweater and combed his hair in a pompadé style. He approached his wife who was starting to wake up and squirm.

"Good morning my wife," Mark whispered as he rubbed Maura's forehead and then kissed her for a moment. He sat on the edge of the bed, then his wife wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Are we leaving this hotel soon?" Maura asked wearily.

"If you still want to rest, that's fine. Go to sleep. Let's go back to the house this afternoon," said Mark casually.

"I'm dizzy, my legs also don't seem to have the energy," Maura said languidly.

"You must be tired," said Mark, rubbing Maura's forehead.