Post by account_disabled on Dec 4, 2023 16:50:36 GMT -12
The alarm rang at six thirty. With her eyes closed, the woman stretched out an arm towards her husband, shaking him. “You have to get up,” she said, sleepily. “Mmh,” the man replied. "Come on." "Yes." The man threw off the covers and stood up. He felt for his slippers in the dark, put them on, and went towards the bathroom. He opened the door, felt along the wall with his hand until he found the switch and turned on the light. He remained there, without entering, his gaze fixed inward. Inside the bathroom was a man.
Annoyed by the light coming from the other room, the woman pulled the covers up to her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, in vain, but the light managed to penetrate and gave her no respite. "Close the door, please!" he shouted. "Elda," the Phone Number Data man called her in a small voice. "What?" “Elda.” “Oh, what is it now?” The woman stood up and saw her husband standing in front of the open bathroom door. He stared inside, still as a piece of wood. «Fulvio», she called. “Elda,” the man said again. "Come here." He heard her snort, get out of bed, put on her slippers. And get to him. "What is it?" he asked, looking at him. “Is the sink still leaking?” Then she walked past him, looked in and screamed, stepping back and hugging her husband.
Anyone who had entered the couple's home at that moment would have seen the couple holding each other close in the dark, in front of the open, illuminated bathroom, looking at a stranger who was observing them with curious eyes, a faint smile on their lips. "Who is it?" asked the woman, frightened. “Not your lover, I imagine.” "Stupid." "What are we doing?" "Call the police." “It doesn't seem dangerous.” “How did he get in?” "I do not know." “Ask him.” The man cleared his throat. «You…», he began, «… how… how did you get in? Who are you?" The man cocked his head slightly to the side, but didn't answer. "Who are you?" the man repeated. “How did you get into the house?” No reply. “Elda, go check the door.
Annoyed by the light coming from the other room, the woman pulled the covers up to her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, in vain, but the light managed to penetrate and gave her no respite. "Close the door, please!" he shouted. "Elda," the Phone Number Data man called her in a small voice. "What?" “Elda.” “Oh, what is it now?” The woman stood up and saw her husband standing in front of the open bathroom door. He stared inside, still as a piece of wood. «Fulvio», she called. “Elda,” the man said again. "Come here." He heard her snort, get out of bed, put on her slippers. And get to him. "What is it?" he asked, looking at him. “Is the sink still leaking?” Then she walked past him, looked in and screamed, stepping back and hugging her husband.
Anyone who had entered the couple's home at that moment would have seen the couple holding each other close in the dark, in front of the open, illuminated bathroom, looking at a stranger who was observing them with curious eyes, a faint smile on their lips. "Who is it?" asked the woman, frightened. “Not your lover, I imagine.” "Stupid." "What are we doing?" "Call the police." “It doesn't seem dangerous.” “How did he get in?” "I do not know." “Ask him.” The man cleared his throat. «You…», he began, «… how… how did you get in? Who are you?" The man cocked his head slightly to the side, but didn't answer. "Who are you?" the man repeated. “How did you get into the house?” No reply. “Elda, go check the door.