Incomprehensible

I wake up next to a warm, muscular body. I shake off the sheets and blink, perplexed, looking at myself near him. I woke up in bed next to Silvain, he is still sleeping like a baby after the painful night he spent. I feel his face, secretive, he has a slight fever, dark lines are drawn under his eyes and he remains abandoned by his natural complexion.

Common colds can last up to four days, improving over that period of time. I let him rest and head to the kitchen, in the area I wonder what has become of Zinnia who is conspicuous by her absence and taking into account the time, of Genesis who is not there.

I prepare a chicken broth, that alleviates the discomfort, a little is always good for the patient. I let it boil, while I go get my backpack and in the bathroom of the room I usually occupy, I can clean myself, brush my teeth and take a shower. I have left everything on a low heat, so I have time to take a short shower and return to the kitchen without witnessing an