I thought the pain would ease, and I would finally be able to sleep, but it was past one Am, and I was still awake. I asked Nicolas to go home and rest because he would have classes at college early, then just my parents and I were in the room. I've never been so keen to have an appointment as I was counting the minutes to see my doctor.
I cried my eyes out to sleep; after a couple of hours, the alarm clock went off announcing the beginning of a new day; my mother had slept beside me on the bed and my father on the floor on a rug and some pillows.
Marcele: good morning, are you better?
Isabella: yes, the pain has faded a bit
Lorenzo: thank God
Marcele: I'm going downstairs to prepare breakfast.
I remained to lie down while my father got up to shower. I picked up my cell phone and texted Nicolas.
"Good morning, my love. May you have a beautiful day."