This morning I wake up painfully, I slept so badly. A horrible pain in the arm but I have to go to work. I wonder how William was able to sleep after our eventful evening. He must be sorry for himself.

In the bathroom, what a nightmare to wash myself. I tinker with the kind of toilet that I can, I do not tell you the ordeal to get dressed. 30 minutes later, I come out of the room, I see him in front of me all embarrassed. What is he doing there? At this time he is already at work.

William: Do you think you can work in this...