At about 9 a.m. I crawled into bed. The excitement of ending my own hell and the smile that was framing my face did not let me fall asleep for some time.
At 12 I was already up, checking my messages for news from Sylvie. I found this picture:
From that moment on, the day was filled with lots of sun, the wide smile that I got before going to bed, and some kind of misty memory-less evening baggage packing.
Three more hours of fast sleep later, at 4a.m. I was on my way to a vacation in Greece and some
Yes, yes, good days are coming!
* Sylvie, once again, thanks plenty for the help! :)