A loud noise woke both of them. They had fallen asleep on the sofa watching the Friday night's film. Frida looked at the watch on the wall and saw it was past two in the morning. She shook Andrew, who had gone back to sleep and convinced him to resume their sleep in the bed, where they would be more comfortable. They had been married for a long time, and their sons had left home a couple of years ago. They used to spent Friday nights sleeping on the coach, not talking much. They didn't need to talk much to be true, none of them liked small talk, so they would only speak if they had anything to say. Andrew followed Frida into the bedroom and changed into his pajama, leaving his day-clothes on a bench at the end of the bed. He slipped into the bed and fell asleep immediately. Frida got into the bed trying not to disturb him, he had had a long day.
Andrew woke up with the first lights, they had left the curtains open the night before, he moved out of bed as softly as he could. He didn't want Frida to wake up. While he was getting dressed he looked at her, she was still as beautiful as she had been when they first met. He opened the door slowly, and, carrying his shoes, he descended the stairs. Sitting on the bottom step he put his shoes on quickly, he felt the urge rushing through his veins.
The room was dark before he opened the light, but he knew she was there, he could feel her. He switched on the light, with expectation, and there she was, sleeping, waiting for him to wake her up. He caressed her, feeling his own skin grow goosebumps of anticipation. He leaned to talk to her.
-You really are a beauty.- he told his yellow Ferrari Dino as he opened her door.
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