Arise, heavy sleeper!

The sun had risen for a long time and, for once, I had not witnessed her wake. The morning was advancing in its perfection.

A slight rubbing awoke me. Stealth and a smell of soap. Steam coming from the bathroom was leaking into the room. I was in an awkward position, curled up on my left flank, just like the day before when, lying on the couch, I was watching her at 3AM. She leaned an elbow on the table, pencil in hand, ready to write down some details on a page that showed a painting of the Italian Renaissance. She had decided to revise everything for the evaluation test that day. I promised not to distract her. I also had a job.