Chapter 32

“Hey, wake up!”

The sound of the voice that calls me sounds distant, lost in the twilight of my sweet dreams. I don't allow myself to wake up. On the contrary, I lazily curl up in a soft and warm support point within reach of my arms, nesting over what seems to be a calm breath, resonating in my right ear.

Suddenly something inflexible collides and painfully presses my foot, and I force myself to open my eyes, ready to roar.

It takes me a while to get used to the light, and even more seconds to understand that I'm on a plane. I raise a hand to my eyes, rubbing them carefully so as not to trigger the pain I feel in the back. My head seems to serve as a stage for an orchestra, throbbing at every sound of the outside world. I moan softly.

"Yeah, you managed to hang out on the day you should be as sober as possible! "Exclaims that same voice.

I move my head with as few movements as possible, seeking to find Penelope. She is looking at me from above, smiling