I woke up in the dark. There was a faint light emanating from a lamp on the other side of the room. I looked around and recognized Patrício's office. Through the window I realized that it was already dark, but I didn't understand what had happened. The last thing I remember is that I was sitting at my work computer and had felt almost uncontrollably sleepy, but that was still morning.

I moved and felt a warm hand on my ankle that tingled. I recognized that touch before I saw it. I realized that my feet were on his leg. I rubbed my eyes trying to adapt to the dim lighting and looked at him, who was gently running his hands over my feet.

- You're awake, my angel. How are you feeling? - Alessandro asked me in a hoarse voice.

- A little strange. What time is it? I don't remember coming to bed here. - I said feeling very confused.

- It's eleven at night. Dona Margarida made you some tea to calm down and she was very nice, she said you needed to rest. – He gave a lazy smile. – I went into y